constantly surrounded, forever un-alone,
wee bits of morning, before I awake,
are the far and few moments of time,
in between, that I can call my own.

before the sun reaches the horizon,
my mind has awoken.
enough to feel physical pain, exhaustion;
of motherhood, and a heart long since broken.

as I sit and take the medicine,
maintenance for "mental health,"
an ugly truth is revealed to me...