Astheneia

She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight

Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right

Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything

If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings

Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree

She never asks for anything more than days being pain free

Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be

But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery

One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her

School and work are diversions in between times to recover

She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways
Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays