The Battle Within

Twisting and turning.

Topping and tailing.

Sore necks and backs.

Bruised tummies,

Feet in faces.

Longing and wishing

for sweet, undisturbed dreams.

Strong, healthy attachment- but

online shaming.

“Unsafe practices.”

“Spoilt children.”

A rod for mum’s back of her own making.

But- healthy attachment.

Strong relationships.

Trust and co-regulation.

You are my comfort blanket.

You are my home.

Our bed feels empty without you there.

I lie in the darkness, waiting for sleep,

but it does not find me.

Then-

the pitter patter of little feet,

rushing straight into their home:

my waiting arms.

And there it is-

the sweetest of dreams,

with you safe in my arms.

Twisting and turning follows.

Topping and tailing.

Sore necks and backs.

Bruised tummies,

feet in faces.

Dreaming again of those sweet, undisturbed dreams,

knowing those nights will soon come

and emptiness will consume me.

The bed too large.

Too cold.

My arms too empty

without you in them.

The nights are long now,

but one day soon they will be longer still,

and I will yearn for these moments

forevermore.

Written by - Stacey Walker