Cadence

  
It happens over

      and over again:
I am stretched between the desire

to be with my husband in all that he needs

and my yearning to be fully

myself and open to

the needs of my kids

and can not make it 

fit. 
I am stretched thin

like the taut top of a drum. 

Slap the palm 

upon my heart

and you will hear

hollow deep 

drumbeat 

of loss

a deadening

 cadence

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