Waiting to break by Lisa-Dawn SparlingI am watching the dark gray skies stand perfectly still
I am wondering if it is my reflection.
My eyes are burning,
my back is in knots,
my belly bloated from too much cherry cheese cake icecream.
I am sure to fall asleep again in my clothes,
on the coach,
TV blaring,
restless and feeling guilty for snapping at the kids for not going to sleep,
so I can wake up exhausted,
and make the kids lunches,
and wake them up from the tired slumber,
and feed them and dress them,
and drag them to daycare,
so I can work and pretend I care,
when I don't.
Then I can kick my ass for having three cigarettes in one day,
and for not sticking to my diet,
and help everyone around me and feel good for a moment,
and know that I am creating good karma,
but wonder when I'll use it on myself.
I can't remember the last time I did my hair,
or slept in bed,
or put on pajamas,
or stopped feeling guilty for all the things I didn't get done.
I would just like a nice bubble bath please,
and a glass of wine and some sushi.
(a massage would be nice too, how many points do I have?) 05/27/2004 Author's Note: I have no right to complain. my life is so great and I am thankful to have a life to complain about.
Posted on 05/28/2004 Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 04:29 PM I see some of myself in this piece, especially when my 21 year old son was a youngster. I especially like this part: and know that I am creating good karma, but wonder when I'll use it on myself.
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 04:30 PM PS: Have added it to my favorites. |
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