Story of a grown child

Once upon a time,
a child looked to the sky.
She saw birds and clouds
and the infinite pool of light.

She asked why would it be
why should it have to be
as complicated as it seemed
for all those working bees?

She said no, not me!
That will never be!
I shall remain free!

And she worked to be free,
from all those must bes
choosing her own priorities.

Unknown depression

I don't know what is wrong with me,
and yet something definitely is.
I can't tell or point at the source,
I can't face or digest the consequence.

I can't understand the weight at my feet,
or the pain behind my smile.
I know not where the bursting originates,
or the angst and constant build up.

I know I would be crazy without you,
I know I would be nothing without him,
I know I am lost within us.

I fear the passage of time
and the continuity of it all.
I fear fear caused in his tiny eyes.

Overwelming tide of tired

Don't know how long it's been
since the latest release.
Just know not long enough!
Just know too long a stretch!

I had few instants to feast,
to gloat at the new conquest,
my body succumbed to the climb,
everywhere pain and sigh.

My mind is racing wild,
searching for its own cry,
filling mimicking the crust.

Then he cries out for milk,
and I'm filled with drive.
All else pushed by his smile!