Postnatal Depression is a CURSE Nature’s kiss –
my newborn’s aura shines bright,
as tears of awe
flow silently
into pools of wonder.
All I had ever wanted
Oh. How. It. Changed.
Endless, screaming nights
where hell becomes reality,
where nothing will comfort or soothe,
where nightmares haunt my waking hours.
Where fear grapples me to the ground
over and over and over.My heart ripped cruelly to shreds.
Expectations tossed carelessly aside.As day upon day I trudge
through nappies and feeding and nappies
until I am
sucked down
into
desperate
depths.
Can’t see a way up from here.No escape.
No light.
No hope.A baby craving nurture.
A mother knocking to be free.
What now?
© Nicky Clifford 2016
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