I’ve spent too much time

walking the floor

in the middle of the night

quietly carving a path

to mark each heartache

As the rest of the family sleeps,

blissfully unaware of troubles

that steal my chance for respite,

I wear out oak planks with the weight

of burdens at times too heavy to bear

Such troubles are all too common

as we, mothers and wives,

daughters and sisters,

reject opportunities to skirt issues

others may ignore

And so I walk

searching for guidance from above

Even as my head hangs low,

I know these grooves beneath my feet

sooner or later provide salvation




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