I struggle,
struggle to comprehend
the reality
that is mine to comprehend.
I try,
so very hard
to be more than my sorry self is,
but I know I never will be.
Middle class trash,
living paycheck to paycheck
but should we let money
dictate the size of our families?
Somewhere deep down,
I know I have to be worth something,
even just a tiny bit,
to have been blessed
with my husband, my best friend,
and my three beautiful children
that deserve so much more.
But why can't I grasp it,
bring it to the surface,
why do I dwell in my melancholy
and drown in my tears?
Someday I'll do better...
Wistfully yours,
whisper
Silver trophy winner
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