Bring back the fire in her eyes

As I lay awake in bed, thoughts spinning out of control in my mind,

a coyote at the back of the property began to call.

This beautiful creature hurled her piercing cries at the morning sky,

and in my mind, I said to her, “I hear you, my friend.”

Sometimes I try to do too much, I try to be too much.

And this depletes me.  Burn out is real.

I miss that girl who sparkled, I want to bring back the fire in her eyes.

She is gone, but she used to be mine. 

The sun will be up soon,

and it will be time to brush these feelings aside,

to brush my tears aside,

And put on the brave face of a woman who doesn’t give up.

Smile, my friends…it is a new day.

XOXO,

Nora