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
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2025 19:29
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Comments2
Thank goodness for mothers everywhere! For holding us up when they were holding themselves together. Beautiful tribute
Yes! Thank you!
This one echoes like steel on stone in a dark ally. It calls out of the night and in poetic words speaks desperation. Well done a fave
Thank you so much!!
You are most welcome
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