I told the moon
I would not lie
About the times
Life made me cry
Times of strain
I felt such pain
How I learnt
Overcame
Each mountain
Regained myself
Became who I am
The moon was wise
The moon did smile
Left me feeling
All was right
In my world

Sunday is a day
where feelings hide,
and worries reside.
As obligation rules,
grandad does the pools.
Nan makes endless tea
as you long to be free.
But then you grow up
Sunday is still there.
Only now, you take your kids
to prove that you care.
Sunday breeds resentment
I will meet you there.

I am slowly healing through writing.