It’s Monday morning
🌅
Insecurities come rushing
out of my mind
like bats from a cave
🦇🦇🦇
Despite their speed
they don’t disappear
on the horizon
🌅
They dip and spin and swirl about,
nearly getting tangled in my hair
as I dip and dodge them,
waving my hands frantically
to no avail
🦇🦇🦇
They keep swirling
around my head:
a black storm
with flashing eyes
🌪
Their shrieks resound in my chest—
my heart pounds
slapped with the flaps of little bats,
waiting to brave the bright air
💔
I am suffocated but lonely
💔
How can I be steady
and where is my hope
with these liquid wings of darkness
painting my morning sky
with sinister storms?
🌪
A still, small voice pipes up:
☕️
Maybe it’s too much dark brew, sweetie…
How about a cheese croissant
to go with all that coffee??
🥐
Just East Of Crazy Land 
I like this, the craziness of the feelings expressed by the bats juxtaposed with too much coffee. Having said that, I would like to see the poem suggested by your line: “I am suffocated but lonely.” which stands our like an island. I feel might be what you are wanting to share.
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Thank you, David. That’s really perceptive. When you’re in the thick of parenting a lot of kids, with a husband whose job demands most of his time, that line is a pretty accurate description of how it feels. You can be surrounded by little wild things, but starved for adult company.
That’s partly why I value friends so much, enjoy having visitors, and delight in our writing group activities!
Also, I miss my dad, who was such a gentle, joyful presence in our lives. It’s his anniversary of passing coming up on November 9th.
Will play with you idea of using that standalone line as a jumping board for a new poem. ❤️
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