"The Weight She Bears"

She is weary, Tired of waking up to the relentless voice of "do better," Of pushing herself beyond the limits others can't see, While they still judge her as if she's standing still, Reminding her that time is slipping away, that age is not on her side. She feels the weight of raising her children alone, With a partner who offers words but little else. She’s worn down by panels that claim to judge her life fairly, Yet pass verdicts that don’t reflect the struggles they cannot understand. Exhausted, she moves through life, carrying the burdens of yesterday, Haunted by the echoes of "what could have been" and "what should have been." She is tired, her spirit drained, her heart heavy, Suffocating, as if each breath draws the air from her lungs instead of filling them. She is the man and the woman, the decision-maker, the anchor, Bearing it all because there’s no other choice. But don’t lose hope, my love. Do not bite yourself with blame, You are a phenomenal woman—resilient and strong. The good circle will come around again, And you will rise, Not just fine, but radiant, unstoppable, And finally at peace with the woman you’ve always been.