Day 298, stealing my own time

Twenty minute timer
Just for me, no boys.
No "Mo-om!"'s
No too loud TV
I'm claiming these
minutes mine by
Way of parental threats
I'll sugar them with
An empty room,
A journal and a pen

I'll sit (here) and
Write to you my
Deepest need today
The scribbling of the
Pen the only sound
I hear as chaos
Locked within quiets
An overloaded mind.

It's working so far,
I don't hear them!

Busy, busy soul stop
And take a sip
Your so thirsty
You've forgotten how to drink!