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Say When...

A poem by a stressed & depressed single mama.

By Amanda WrightPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
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Say When… 09-07-23

I’m so sick of being stressed and depressed.

I’m so tired of being sick and tired.

I don’t want to be rich or famous.

I don’t want attention, or even be admired.

I don’t need a big house, or designer clothes.

Those things don’t matter to me.

I’m not high maintenance and it surely shows.

My few, but close friends would both agree.

I just want to be happy, every day, with what I have.

But I want enough to go around.

Happy thoughts and times to love and laugh,

And not let anything bring me down.

I try to be a good person and help where I can.

I’m trying to raise good humans alone,

Trying to teach them when to sit or stand

And shield them from the pain I’ve known.

Most times I feel I’m failing them.

They deserve so much more from me.

I need help getting out of this hole I’m in,

So, I can be the person I’m supposed to be.

I’ve never been in this situation before.

I will never get married again; I swear.

He left me so broken and poor,

But I refuse to accept this despair.

I am getting up and ready to fight,

I will no longer stay on my knees.

I’ll always continue doing what’s right,

But I’m changing who I aim to please.

My boys and my happiness are now my muse.

The way it should have always been.

If hate or hurt come knocking, I refuse,

To let there be room for them to come in.

I will be happy again.

Nothing will stand in my way.

It’s up to me to say when,

And that is starting today!

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