Astheneia

She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree She never asks for anything more than days being pain free Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her School and work are diversions in between times to recover She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays