Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I cry, late at night

When I’m all alone, no one to hold me tight

Wondering what is my purpose, by and by

And if it makes much difference whether I live or die?

As I struggle along, working each day

It seems that I’m not making much headway.

It is only for my children that I strive

To keep pushing on, and stay alive.

The pain I have suffered throughout my life

Keeps playing through my mind, the stress and strife.

Why is this emptiness constantly eating at me

With no end in sight; it just won’t let me be.

Abuse from the hands of one I had once loved so dear

Had me walking on eggshells, living in fear.

The scars from such I still bear to this day

And even after fifteen years, they still haven’t gone away.

Even now, when my family holds things from the past

Against me, causing me to feel like an outcast

All I can do is recoil in my soul and retreat

To my neutral corner, and lick my wounds in defeat.

What keeps me going today is the look in my children’s eyes,

Who love me unconditionally, as if I’m some great prize.

I’m just a Mom, who tries to give them more than

I had, without much help from family, or from some man.

The pressure to succeed seems so overbearing

And doing this all alone takes its toll on my very being.

To those who may be weaker, this life isn’t worth the fight

As for me, I still stand strong so this is why...

Sometimes I Cry…