Woman Preparing for Work: A Poem

Because I sometimes dabble in poetry...and what woman at some point--quite possibly more than one point--hasn't felt this way?

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There she sits, her jacket discarded, one shoe on the floor

Eyes closed, she reaches for courage to walk out the door

To leave what’s sometimes hell yet always home

To face the cruelties and stresses yet unknown

From eyelid to lips, her warpaint's applied

But it's the turmoil within from which she cannot hide

Are things any better on the other side?

She wonders and asks, "Am I ever truly happy, here or there?

Or am I merely resigned and no longer care?"

The clock ticks the hour; for pondering there's no more time

Panic spreads through her lungs like a flourishing vine

But with a shrugging of shoulders and a wearying sigh,

She slips on her jacket and lifts herself high

Be it outside or inside, a woman's work is never through

In matters of love, life, and family, there's so very much to do

As she grabs her keys and slips on her shoe,

She vows one day her dreams will come true

It won't be today; it won't be tomorrow

But one fine day joy will replace her sorrow.