Coming Back

I keep coming back to this space.

Like a mistress to their master.

Yearning for that warmth and embrace.

That spark of creative ember.

To not feel so lost in motherhood, schedules, appointments, to do list, grocery orders and everything else that occupies the quiet

Despite the numerous attempts, retries and countless websites

This is it, the final book. The forever marriage without end

this is us. The enduring spark of creation.

The published pages. For ourselves.

The tiny spark in our souls that’s for us.

The twisted inner ramblings of a human who craves possession of herself.

xx