She rises before dawn, no pause, no rest
A single mom in a ceaseless quest
Juggling worlds on weary hands
Each day a storm she struggles to withstand
Rooms echo with chaos, children’s cries
While inside her head a tempest flies
Overwhelmed, overstimulated, yet she stands
A fortress built in shifting sands
No time for breaks, no quiet reprieve
Her heart breaks softly but won’t leave
Carrying burdens no one sees
A silent warrior on her knees
Though weariness casts a heavy shroud
She wears her strength like a crown
Pushing through the relentless tide
With fierce love and stubborn pride
Every whispered wish, every midnight tear
She swallows down for those she holds dear
For in her soul, a fire ignites
A mother’s love that fuels her fights
Always moving, never slowing
In this endless river, she keeps flowing
About the Creator
Abi Rose Travis
I am a single mom with a passion for many things, but writing has been one since i was 13. So here goes nothing ❤️🤗
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