took a break from studying… to dig this out and quickly redo it. it’s something i wrote about two years ago (i think)..and unless i redid once before and forgot, it wasn’t how i remembered it being… but anyways, hastily redone. and i think it’s kinda fitting seeing as it was mothers day about 4 hours ago. going to go back later and make it better though… when i dont have midterms..

Opportunity

The crumpled figurine, sifts through her bag for the keys
Steps lightly, eyes scanning every shadow and alley
Hugged tightly by the darkness, hair on end
Pleading her to stop, but her will won’t bend

And every single day the same thoughts come back
The product of a life of gumdrops concealing thumbtacks
Stops in front of her house - keys in hand, she could hear her children laugh
Through the same door where her burdens rest on placemats

It’s easy to feed herself, but a family is tough
There’s never enough, she has a husband but he’s mentally lost touch
It cost him his job, a beating heart cadaver
And for her, gray hairs, gray life, a bleak future

She breathed a sigh, closed her eyes for another world
Used to be a gem, now she’s an oyster without its pearl
Don’t think she can keep the pace for another day
So she’s frozen by her choices like an image in a picture frame

Gotta wash everything, from the dishes to the father
Just a shell of his old self, the insides are all hollow…
Can’t even keep his balance in the shower
So he sits on a chair as she runs the water

This life’s a far cry from what she dreamed it’d be
So she cries for distances that bridge her heart to her feet
It’d be easier to leave, she flirts with that reality
But it’s a short lived adultery, she slides in the key

In this way, every night she decides her life
But her kids take for granted that she’s there in their lives
They pick fights, pull hairs, find faults, and lose voice
Remember… love may be unconditional, but it’s also a choice