Somewhere
there is a momma,
drowning.
barely able to breathe
in the quiet battles.
She is still full of hope,
but riddled with questions
of
how?
Her chest is heavy
with worry.
She is withering away
inside.
Her hand is out
in
silence,
but no one sees
beneath the strength she wears.
No one knows
the burden she bares.
and she feels
so alone.
-KLJ