Description: This is the first poem I have written in a year or so. I'm making an attempt to reconnect with who I was when I was most confident and passionate in my life. I have been dealing with severe post partum depression for the last couple months and this is one of my attempts to try and deal.
Post Partum -------------------------------------------
Who even are you?
Why do you want to hurt my baby?
Everywhere I go,
My own shadow,
So quick to anger.
Unable to calm back down.
Can I trust you?
Are you even real?
How can unimaginable
Become over cast by so much aggravation?
Is this me
Or just a disease?
How do I even find the truth.
A ball of hatred
And secret thoughts
Like my own personal rain cloud
Pouring over my wonderful life.
Glad to see that you are writing and sharing. Healing your mind and body after childbirth, even when everything goes well, is difficult, but recovering from post partum depression is that much more so. I am here to tell you it can be done.
You are you, and you have this life, and then suddenly there is this little person who is wholly dependent on you, and you have to adjust. Not adjust as in tweak a hair that has fallen out of place, but adjust, as in paradigm shift. It will happen, and you will grow in ways you never thought possible.
One of the hallmarks of maturity is when you can take something you are feeling and turn it into something else. That is true art at its finest. The only thing that makes this even better is when your art meets its sweet counterpart in another soul who can relate. It is release, in double time.