Easier Passage

Forcing life, she uses power, sex, sheer force of will,

She pounds the pavement both literally and figuratively,

Up before dawn, Six miles plus every day,

Pushing past exhaustion, pain and fear.

Burning the candle at both ends, one job is never enough,

She has to do it all, and has to do it well,

A driving force seems always behind her,

Even when at the brink of sleep, her mind is never idle.

She cannot seem to find the softer side of how to live,

She sees others, women, sitting together,

Eating leisurely lunches, sipping fine wine,

Wandering slowly without purpose through the park,

Laughing about last nights’ episode of ‘Housewives’.

She wishes for an easier passage.

Wishes that the good things in life came with less struggle,

But she doesn’t know how to let that peace wash over her.