Shitty Spring Day

Just an original poem today. I think you all know the sort of day I’m talking about here.

Nest in my hanging basket update: The babies hatched on Mother’s Day–seriously! They were quiet little things and I think one or both of them were eaten by a hawk yesterday so I’m glad I snapped this picture. They will be immortalized here.

					

		
				
		
			

				

					

		
		

			
Published by Michelle Whipple

		


		

			I used to believe that I could control my loved ones' emotions.  I worked tirelessly to manage their thoughts and feelings, while ignoring my own; and it worked really well until it didn't.  Even though on the outside I looked successful, my soul was impoverished.  I am now on the path of discovering who I am, what I value, what feeds my soul and what drives my faith.  I am a cancer-thriver, psychiatric PA, friend, daughter, sister, mom and truth-teller.			
		

	

	





					
	
				
	


	
	
		

		
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