Today I am not strong, but that’s okay. Today I’ve climbed into bed and shut the world away.

Tired and weary with no strength to fight, right now I am lost and cannot see the light.

My body is torn, battered and bruised. I’ve lost all control and let it be abused.

I’ve stood up tall and stayed strong for so long. But today I’m exhausted and feel like I don’t belong.

Tomorrow I shall try to be strong and not fall, and just keep parenting through it all.