It’s so hard

And yet the best thing
I
have ever
done.

I can’t take it anymore
watching the rain run down the window
washing away all the love
all the warmth

I huddle close to my children
their youth and joy filling in the gaps
left by the harshness of our life

Finding myself will be the hardest part
I think
Losing myself was the easiest part
I think

I’m watching the dog and cat play chase on the floor
It needs moping, but their innocents is so heart-warming
that I don’t want to stop – watching. But I have to.