Worry Warriors Poem by Troya Mosley

Every day I do the same.
Cranky and irritable with no one to blame.
5 am the alarm screams.
Same as before, no time for dreams.

Out of bed and to the shower,
Shift work begins in under an hour. 
No where to hide, no where to roam,
For a mom of six in a 2 bedroom home.

Little sleep and many worries,  
Paying the bills and bedtime stories.
Never enough of anything,
Food, clothes, money, simple things.

Happiness  is here but often hides,
Waiting till the worry subsides.
Stress follows me everyday,
There has to be a better way.

It seems as though I'm always juggling.
Pulled in every direction, my mind is struggling.

I often need help but dare not ask.
I'm suppose to be a hero, wheres my mask?
I never want my kids to see,  
The worry and fear that lives in me.

'What's for dinner' is on my mind,
As i take my spot on the assembly line.
I do what it takes to get through the day.
Demanding work but little pay.

I walk in the door and they're at my feet!
Hugs  and kisses! ! ! !
Worries, you just got beat! ! !