The Weight of the World

Have I lost me?
as a single mother of three...

Work, Kids, Sleep, Repeat
This is my reality.

I see the small line,
now I'm frozen in time.

Baby number four,
can I handle much more?

I believe in a Higher Power,
but why at this daunting hour?

It is as though my souls purpose is being a mother,
without a lover.

Digging deep to find me...
Who am I beneath...
Beneath the role of 'mommy'

I refuse to break
as I lie here awake

They need me...
I NEED ME.
I guess I'll carry on with my therapy.