The weekend has arrived.
The past week has been hard.
The times I had to think, few and far between.
The demands of me, overwhelming.
I go into these two days desiring peace.
I go forward expecting war.
The two days are short.
The mornings are my only time.
The hour before others awake, I sit and stare.
The pages remain empty, mocking.
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I hope your weekend is more peaceful than you anticipate, and that the inspiration flows.
ReplyDeleteWar? What war? Where war?
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend.
@Sarah: My weekend was more peaceful than I expected, but I did not get any writing done. *sigh
ReplyDelete@Liz: Not so much war, as the battles and skirmishes of being a mom!