Routine Poem by Allysyn Bryant

My days are routine
full of chores and jobs
None of which can be skipped
Too many rely on me to do as I do
A child's life, a mother's day
Who has the time to play?

A job of four
That's mine
No, Not easy but true
Though, yes, all need done
Can't have other's suffer
While all along I could help
There would be no sense in such

Friends & Family say
I've changed, I'm not the same
All is rightfully true
Though at some point
One has to mature...
Some sonner then others
My turn's now
Now I'm needed
A teen, I may be
But as of now
My family needs me

There's those who tell me
I should just leave
They don't know how much
I wish I could
To Stop, Drop EVERYTHING, and run....
In my mind i'm packed and ready...
To take off in a moment's notice.
In my reality, outside in my mind
I stay put. My feet are as said as concrete
Move no easier,
Then one could move a mountain

I've lost many things
None to retiring anytime soon
old Friends, cherished memories, childhood dreams..
I've lost my boyfriend, Who loved me most...
Who until, now I thought to be forever mine
I love him more then words ccould
Though I turned him away
And for what? My Family.
They who say they need me...

Sometimes I start to wonder
Just how much of myself I have to give
Before the day I'm free to live
I'd give my heart and sole
As my family's toll
I'd give myself up
My life I sacrafice.

But tell me this.
When is enough enough?
When is it taking it to far?
When do I stop?

Tell me this
Are your days all routine?

June 2008