Poetry, Random

Superwoman Syndrome

When you fly home at night, slipstreaming lassitude and loneliness sleepy wind hissing your name encasing and loving your frame, do you ever wonder, before feet touch down on stillness kissing terra firma when you will put yourself first? ©Assumpta Ozua 2015 I had a really busy weekend – Really. Busy. Having said that, most… Continue reading Superwoman Syndrome