It is hard
It is hard to be a mother
in a world that watches,
judges,
and whispers like they know my life.
Hard to raise children
while others tell me how,
though they’ve never walked
in my shoes.
Hard when sickness comes
that love alone cannot fix.
Hard when my past
is thrown at me
like shame.
And still—
I wake up every day
and try.
in a world that watches,
judges,
and whispers like they know my life.
Hard to raise children
while others tell me how,
though they’ve never walked
in my shoes.
Hard when sickness comes
that love alone cannot fix.
Hard when my past
is thrown at me
like shame.
And still—
I wake up every day
and try.
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