Sleep When the Baby Sleeps

Sleep When the Baby Sleeps
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sass9090
sass9090 An amateur poet looking for feedback.
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A poem I wrote about my experience with postpartum mood disorders.

Sleep When the Baby Sleeps

They say “Sleep when he sleeps”

They say “Sleep when he sleeps” But my eyes are concrete Solid and perpetually watching

They say “Sleep when he sleeps” But my eyes are concrete Solid and perpetually watching Deep set, heavy, painful

They say “Your body changes”

They say “Your body changes” But is it mine? It feels quite foreign

They say “Your body changes” But is it mine? It feels quite foreign My new eyes crumbling My torso hollow and useless

My mind a swarming nest of all the things that I’ve done wrong

They say “Reach out”

They say “Reach out” But my demons are security and you‘re not on the guest list

They say “Reach out” But my demons are security and you’re not on the guest list My soul a haunted desert I’ll suffer through alone

They say “It gets easier”

They say “It gets easier” But this is torment There’s no light in this tunnel

They say “It gets easier” But this is torment There’s no light in this tunnel Just a glowing reminder of what I’m not

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