How much am I willing to sacrifice?
How hard am I willing to go? To catch the flow
Mine is a womans journey, from chores, to loving hard and return being none
To reaching magical places under burning sun
Seeing sights then taking flight
Whispering just to myself night after night
Holding my girls hands through misery and again triumph
I am glittering of hip and breast
I rest child there, sister there, mother there, brother there
Listen for steps to reach the ceiling
How much this time will I put on the line
To find you
Perhaps staring with intensity up to the moon?
Are you waiting?