She carries it well…
Things you know nothing about.
The one that keeps the family together.
The rescuer.
The cook.
The caretaker.
The mother.
Ms independent.
She’ll wipe your tears, kiss your wounds, talk you through a rough day.
She is under constant stress and yet always finds a smile for a stranger.
Her responsibilities are heavy to the point she almost collapses underneath it all.
Still she smiles.
Still she acts as if nothing is wrong.
Still she carry’s that weight because she’s never not carried it.
“I wonder how she’s never broken” but one time she did and quickly learned nobody was coming to save her or even help.
Instead they would tell her what she’s doing wrong, never noticing the things she did right.
Neglecting her efforts.
Putting her down.
Never mind that she’s never asked for help before.
Forgetting the little things she did for them.
Hard on her because it’s not bad enough that she’s even harder on herself.
Sometimes she cries, sometimes is now.
Sometimes she doesn’t know how she’ll pull it off.
Somehow she will because she always does.
She’ll do it alone.
She’ll do it with everyone else watching.
In all reality, she wants someone to help but she can’t “share” the burden because it’s “too much”.
Too heavy.
Too costly.
Too big to fail.
Too much to lose.
Too much to carry.
Like I said… she carries it well.