Duality

Some days

I wake up feeling the strongest mother.

Other days

I wake up feeling the weakest woman.

                                And most of the times,

my mind don't sleep at all.

 

Complicated delicate duality

                     of being responsible 

of and for 

the most wonderful miracle

such as giving life to him

and at the same Time

                       trying to be who I've always been.

Having to use the word TIME again

- that is what life is all about...

I remain constrained within my stress

                              which I wish

I could just pull off from my skin 

and throw it far                    far away from me.

Incrusted in every mark,

every line on my face.

Carved so carefully... Why do I care.

 

Some days

I wake up feeling the strongest mother.

Other days

I wake up feeling the weakest woman.

 

And most of the times,

                              My mind don't sleep at all.