Purpose

Much as I sometimes secretly wish it wouldn't, life still goes on.

I am trying to settle down and find my equilibrium again. Things will be fine - they always are. I never quite break - I can't, I'm a mum. I got little people counting on me being there when they wake up with nightmares.

So on it goes. Get up. Go to bed. Get up. Go to bed. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

Put on a brave face. Keep cheerful. Mustn't grumble. Work so hard there isn't time to think. Stay up until the small hours, filling the empty night. Holding off the inevitable moment of staring into the darkness and thinking "Fuck, is this it, now?"