sometimes 7-22-09
sometimes when we are weak,
we believe ourselves to be strong.
everything happens at once and it just feels so wrong.
we look back at things and ponder them well,
but when it rains it pours and like wood, things compile and swell.
things are never what they seem to be,
but when stress mounts high, things are too high to see.
we become blinded, enraged and confused and unstammered
because every day we feel like we are being hammered.
because every day chores arent being done,
we want to spend time with children and share their fun.
Yet we notice from time to time, when things are accomplished
We feel like we have won, and now its time to share the fun.
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