Weeping Women

She's suffocating,
on her knees,
she gasps for breath
pleads to be free.

her arms,
they ache.
her heart,
its heavy.
her path is broke,
her home is empty.

she longs, but most don't have to ask,
when her dreams are burdens to there daily tasks.
she longs for interrupted sleep,
to yield ones cries

instead she weeps..

she's planned
she's hoped
she's dared to dream
she's been deceived by her own body.

standing in the way of herself,
there's no way out, she's cried for help.
some things are just not meant to be
in spite of hope or prayer or dreams.

and even though she finds it hard,
and even though moving on is the hardest part,
she paints a smile on her face,
ready to face another day.

and she will live to chase another dream.

but for now I'll wish this weeping women wasn't me..