Have you ever given everything?
Have you ever been asked for more?
In the daily realms of a mother and a wife, more sometimes mean inadequate
Exhaustion is nothing more than emotional outburst
It can be painful at times, when what I do lost its significance
Should I give up one to fully attend to the other?
But what about the bills? Am I not important too?
Is there a way to ask the stars for my dreams to turn to reality and not having to spend?
Should I leave the house upside down or let the baby play alone?
Should I home cook or thaw the frozen goods?
Is life no longer my own or have I given it up on its own?
The choices are mine yet not one can ever be an option
I have never cried for a career, yet I have shed every tear as a homemaker
Why aren’t we well compensated, why are our benefits ever be present?
Why am I asked to have not given enough when everything have been stripped all the way through?
Because I am a mother, a wife, a woman? Am I expected to take everything in and smile?
Songs, they have a way of letting a girl pour it out
The music, will always understand a soul
I listened to a song and I cried, I cannot understand why
It was the tune, not even the words. It’s the hymn and my melancholy
They danced, they embraced
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Efforts are much appreciated, and remains important. You are a source of strength, happiness, and love to other people. Never feel insignificant.
❤