Driving aimlessly in a car
packed to the rafters with
all our belongings“Are we there yet”? The kids pipe
I smile warmly and fake,
“Nearly”!
No room, No room, No room
-for youThe dog got a place to stay
for a while only..but still….Finally, Airbnb answers
“Yes! To all of you”
We rush over
unpacking our things
The kids want the WiFi code
My eldest stoops down
and kisses my bruised forehead“It’ll be OK mummy”
I smile even more brightly
patting him on the head
“This will do for now”, I sayI rush to the bathroom
shut the door firmly
leaning back on it
and exhale
©Vivian Zems
Sarah Russell hosts dVerse tonight with the mandate to write a poem that conveys our feelings.
February 27, 2018 at 8:47 pm
I’ve been on similar trips. Good luck.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:53 pm
😊
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February 27, 2018 at 8:48 pm
Vivian you evoked so much in this. No room….even the dog has a place to stay….so much sadness and uncertainty. I am so glad you found your way to success.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:53 pm
💪💪💪
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February 27, 2018 at 8:57 pm
Yes, maybe fear and sadness?
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February 27, 2018 at 9:52 pm
And so much more!
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February 27, 2018 at 9:03 pm
I can not imagine all the feelings piling up when escaping abuse… maybe some first signs of relief in the end.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:52 pm
I think it’s the underlying relief that propels one forward.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:07 pm
The heartache of such a trip, putting on a brave front the whole of what went before is implied. Hope it’s not real.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:51 pm
Thank you 😊
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February 27, 2018 at 9:17 pm
Nice description of leaving.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:50 pm
😊
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February 27, 2018 at 9:25 pm
This sounds like a nightmare. I hope you haven’t been there.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:50 pm
😊
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February 27, 2018 at 9:36 pm
You tell the tale of running for your lives so well. Do you know Mary Oliver’s ‘The Journey?’
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February 27, 2018 at 9:44 pm
Thanks Paul😊. No, I’m not familiar with that book….heading to Google now.
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February 27, 2018 at 10:16 pm
It’s a poem, not a book.
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February 27, 2018 at 9:48 pm
Aah! Just read it…..sublime….it seems many have travelled this road. Thanks for that, Paul.
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February 27, 2018 at 10:19 pm
You’re welcome.
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February 28, 2018 at 8:08 pm
😊
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February 27, 2018 at 10:00 pm
An escape! The brave face for the kids, making sure the dog is OK, finding safe harbor. I sighed with you and for you at the end.
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February 27, 2018 at 10:26 pm
Sigh!…..thank you😊
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February 27, 2018 at 11:30 pm
Oh, Vivian! A powerful write of a brave end…and a tentative new beginning. Stay safe!
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February 28, 2018 at 8:08 pm
Thanks Lynn😊
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February 27, 2018 at 11:42 pm
Big relief finally and good for you to make this change!
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February 28, 2018 at 8:07 pm
💪💪💪
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February 27, 2018 at 11:54 pm
What a poignant scene of brave escape. A moving poem.
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February 28, 2018 at 8:07 pm
Thank you!😊
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February 28, 2018 at 12:34 am
Safe harbor is worth the expense and money. Freedom and safety are more important than anything else in life
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February 28, 2018 at 8:07 pm
You speak a great truth.
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February 28, 2018 at 12:45 am
Awesome, Vivian! Quite rhythmic and musical 🙂 Blessings to you Debbie
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February 28, 2018 at 8:05 pm
Thank you!😊
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February 28, 2018 at 2:59 am
Totally exhausted! The unending struggle of the parent …taking care of others and taking time for self!
dwight
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February 28, 2018 at 8:03 pm
Indeed. .Dwight😊
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February 28, 2018 at 7:43 am
I could sense the fear of the unknown in ‘I smile warmly and fake’ and ‘The dog got a place to stay
for a while only..but still….’ and I’ve heard those words in the past: ‘“It’ll be OK mummy”. But oh, the relief in the last two lines!
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February 28, 2018 at 8:01 pm
Thanks Kim….yes, sweet relief😊
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February 28, 2018 at 4:19 pm
Sounds like fun. Enjoy! ☺💛
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February 28, 2018 at 7:57 pm
Not really. …but wonderful now😊
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February 28, 2018 at 7:17 pm
Whew, Momma. I know that feeling!
I do love this:
“My eldest stoops down
and kisses my bruised forehead
‘It’ll be OK mummy'”
It momentarily makes everything better when they try to take care of you for once. 🙂
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February 28, 2018 at 7:55 pm
It sure does😆
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February 28, 2018 at 8:16 pm
It’s a mother’s bravado – the “all will be OK” front put on for the children… It’s the overcoming of difficulty – The “I will survive” mode … Prevailing against all odds. Well penned.
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March 1, 2018 at 10:53 am
Well analysed! Thank you😊
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February 28, 2018 at 9:19 pm
You certainly conveyed feelings Vivian, well done.
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March 1, 2018 at 10:52 am
Thanks Michael😊
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