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Revolving Door
I've stepped in, and then out
Of this new role;
This new reality.
In and out; in and out.
Only this time, I've got myself stuck
In the revolving door.
How did I end up here
With no real prospect of return?
As the world moves on,
I'm caught in a state of
Perpetual motion,
Going nowhere.
Of this new role;
This new reality.
In and out; in and out.
Only this time, I've got myself stuck
In the revolving door.
How did I end up here
With no real prospect of return?
As the world moves on,
I'm caught in a state of
Perpetual motion,
Going nowhere.
Published 11th Aug 2021
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12th Aug 2021 2:03am
This truly speaks to the concept of new motherhood - of moving but never truly going anywhere due to the repetition, of watching the world you were once part of pass by. Over time, you rejoin the world, but on different terms. Know you aren't alone.
12th Aug 2021 9:09am
I always like it when my poems work in various ways. This is a fairly veiled description of being on permanant high alert for a sick teen. Even now that she is safe, I can't go back to who I was before.
12th Aug 2021 2:37pm
I am so glad she is safe! After children, for positive or negative - it changes a person. I really like this piece a lot.
