A place where I share my deepest darkest thoughts!

She had always loved swings. They made her feel alive and gave her wings. She always felt better when she sat on one. She left like she was in control and she felt like it could transport her back to a time when things were simpler and familiar.

She had recently discovered her love for trees, she felt like one sometimes. She felt like an old tree, a tree that is wise, a tree that suffers and only gives and barely takes.

The moon was an old friend of hers. She had often sat in her balcony and cried as the moon watched on and consoled her. The moon always stayed with her and told her in its own way that her problems were small in the grander scheme of things.

Today all three seemed to be unable to cheer her up or bring her the comfort she sought. Today she was tired and hurt. She was despondent and tired of being the provider and the peacemaker.

Today the moon, the tree and the swing seemed to pull her deeper into herself. They seemed to be making fun of her for all the sacrifices and hard work she had put into all her relationships.

She heard her baby cry so she sat up straight, swung with all her might, hoping to touch the moon lit sky. Then she jumped off with a renewed purpose and energy that she didn’t know she still possessed and returned to her life as a mother, a wife and a daughter-in-law.