She’s looking for a sense of home,
in every extra bite and each new stirring dream.
Her work is left undone,
so begins her new routine.
She often feels unheard,
and surprisingly unseen.
She’s at her largest size,
unlike her self-esteem.
She wakes with dedication,
that always fades by 09:15.
Her grief begins to drown her heart,
and she has no place to scream.
So she returns back to bed
in pajamas that are clean.
She tries to sleep but she just cries,
prays for something to intervene.
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