Walking the halls,
picking up what needs picked up,
washing the dishes and clothes,
nothing left at the bottom when through.
Wiping tears,
giving empowerment when it is needed,
letting go when I have to,
learning the difference between the two.
Playing super hero when problems arise,
fighting off the wolves that knock on the door.
crying silently within,
when hurtful things find there way,
knowing not all can be fixed with the words of a woman.
Walking the halls,
never being seen clearly,
taken for granted,
caused by own hands.
Just a ghost,
doing what needs to be done.
Day of chores,
never taking a break,
living life
not living at all.
Standing in the kitchen,
the form of a ghost now missing.
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