april comith again
a year ago i was pushing my way through my first semester at BCC. i was jobless and bouncing between homes. i was cleaning my room and i was cleaning my apartment with furver. for two months this went on, and when everything was coming together and i was making my home with rob once more a drunk driver careened around the corner and slammed into our perfection. crashed straight into our living room, our chouch lay squashed and in pieces when we got there. the day after loni's birthday. she was sprawled out on the lawn shaking and crying and they were picking her up with a stretcher. our children never got to sleep in their new bedrooms.
a year ago, i walked to the park and wrote about my illness, so i could talk about it in class. this year, this semester, no one ive met even knows. none of them have a clue im bi polar. but they know that im pregnant.
a year ago i was broken, and everyday i put one piece back where it belonged. i found that some pieces had been in the wrong place all along. like our broken house thats being fixed, slowly. so am i, being fixed, slowly with withering patience, but with perserverience. i am finding my place. and fixing the broken little thing i was.
now i really must do my homework *sighs*
a year ago, i walked to the park and wrote about my illness, so i could talk about it in class. this year, this semester, no one ive met even knows. none of them have a clue im bi polar. but they know that im pregnant.
a year ago i was broken, and everyday i put one piece back where it belonged. i found that some pieces had been in the wrong place all along. like our broken house thats being fixed, slowly. so am i, being fixed, slowly with withering patience, but with perserverience. i am finding my place. and fixing the broken little thing i was.
now i really must do my homework *sighs*