The Day that Momma Broke

(Damn it! I just wrote a long response and somehow hit the wrong button. AARGH! This bad day stuff can be catchy!)

OK, first off: If this was really how you started your day, I'm sorry it was so lousy and I'm glad you are writing it OUT!

Great title, extremely enticing.

The first stanza to strike me is the one about the vibrations. That kind of stress/anger/frustration is real and scary and all-encompassing. Your portrait of same is spot on.

"I want to break things" is a fabulous line. The other three wants seem more passive, more of what's accepted and even expected from women. But breaking things? THAT's verbotten. So that's the line that really gets me.

The last two stanzas, stark as they are, reflect the feelings of being small and alone.

Hugs to you, Ms. Rene.