Photo Challenge #28 “Climbing the Walls”


It’s the ringing

The constant ringing

They are at me

Day and night

I wanna, wanna, wanna

Can I, Can I, Can I

He hit me

She poked me

He looked at me

She kicked me.

Did I sign up for this?

Did I miss the fine print?

No matter where I go

What door I lock

They are there.

I’ve tried going out

Staying in

Headphones on

Music up loud

Ignoring them

But it’s impossible

They are as constant as the day is long.

Like minute assassins they smile;

I know what you are on about!

They said they’d grow up


Every day is a hassle

If it’s not one then the other

Hanging on one arm

Haranguing my ear

Playing me against their father

The soft touch dad, giving in

Undermining me

As I pick up his refuse.

Mum, dad said we could go

After I had said no, you ask HIM?

My head is splitting

It throbs ringing with demands,

Emotional blackmail, packaged guilt

Sucks my life from me.

I reach for the bottle

My saving grace

Pissed and loving it I say.

Disgusting they chorus

Fine example of a mother.

Try standing in my shoes I say.

I climb the walls, scratching out my name

Remember me, I live here too.

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21 Responses to Photo Challenge #28 “Climbing the Walls”

  1. Oh wow Michael you have certainly captured the distress and that sense of losing your mind, having no space. Having a child I can say she drives me up the wall sometimes too!

  2. Pat says:

    This was a well written heartfelt piece written from an interesting point of view. Traditional perhaps, but what I find so refreshing is that you chose to reveal the brutal honesty of how difficult it can be for women – and boldly gave it voice. Well done Michael.

    “They are as constant as the day is long. / Like minute assassins they smile;”

    “I climb the walls, scratching out my name / Remember me, I live here too.”

    Wonderful phrases.

  3. I’ve had moments where I felt this way as a single mother. However, owing to the alcoholism in my family, I was reluctant to turn to the bottle, tempting though it might have been. Fortunately, my kids seemed to have some sort of innate understanding of the challenge I had raising them by myself (my ex husband was something of a Disneyland Dad) and tended to behave–or at least keep their misbehavior quiet!

  4. Much strength in this Michael, showing the other side of how life can be struggle. How easy it is to reach for the bottle when you are being driven to madness or distraction. Well penned mate.

  5. LauraALord says:

    “Like minute assassins they smile;” – Yes. Oh, wow this spoke to me this morning!

  6. JackieP says:

    Well done Michael. Having raised six kids, you are well aware of how they can drive you nuts. What I liked is that you gave it the woman’s outlook and so well too. I know lots of women who sort of lose themselves when they have kids. And with a husband that doesn’t stand beside her, she often feels like everyone has forgotten about her.

  7. Wow… Splendid display of emotions. The feeling of being trapped and no way to let go except for “reaching for the bottle” was really well put. And I don’t know if you intended it that way, but I was rapping it in my head and not just reading.

  8. I have been in her shoes. They do grow up. You think they leave, but they return with newbies on their hips. And you scratch your head saying I didn’t sign up for a second round. But yet they come…

    Thank you for your visit. Alive is alive. And while we are, we scratch out our names.

  9. phylor says:

    Wow! Taken my speech away. Incredible insight into losing to the madness.

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