It Came From the Goo.
Poetry Month Day 8.
Some days I’m not all myself. Sometimes I see myself from the outside as being a little quiet and a little distraught. I see myself as frustrated and angry and I try to find ways to calm myself.
One way is drawing myself as my avatar. Because we all need an escape sometimes. She was a safe place for my emotions to go and be… Just be… During my divorce.
My son asked me to clarify whether my monster character is the same as my moniker that I sign things with. The answer is not quite.
I introduced her to the blog as Mommy. I believe she’s always been, in my mind, Mommy. She is the single mom that I was and am. She gets frustrated at dating, she gets confused and upset when she can’t communicate herself well. She seeks out help, she needs it.
And sometimes when it feels like I’m a scream I look to her and try to find the words that I need to write or the art that I need to create.
Maybe my so is right… And Mommy is just a part of Moueska as well.
In a lot of ways I’m a tapestry. Swatches that go back three generations or four even. I miss my great grandmother Alice, but truly I miss my godmother Aunt Helen. I wish I could ask them
Oh well.