arms aching
mind worn out and tired
patience gone
days are long
somedays I wish I could get fired
Laundry is piling
an old lady was smiling as we passed her in the park
"These days go by fast,"she smiled
but I'm still depressed
because it's still lonely and hard.
Written by Colleen Canavan in the throes of postpartum depression on 8-28-16
