The Routine Poem by Steph Rodricks

As I wake up,
I count another day,
To keep me as strong as last night,
My early morning prayer.

Memories of loved ones,
Comes To My Mind,
Thoughts of distance and deaths,
I try to leave behind..

Glam myself up,
And put on a show,
Work hard throughout the day,
Making sure no one would know.

Wanted the best for him,
But I couldn't in time,
Felt the pain and guilt,
As he left me behind..

When I come back,
I search for a face,
Some who would look me in the eye and say,
' I know what it takes'.

Being strong, being independent
Comes with a price,
Some could afford it,
Hence cannot think twice...

I sincerely wish,
And silently pray,
That I give my best,
With out going astray..

The night falls,
And the day ends,
Waking up next morning,
It Begins Again...