I have seen the scorn of womanhood
Felt the seclusion of motherhood
Visualized the feelings of being misunderstood
But through it all, I have been left to doubt
The peels of life and every strip that dies.

And with time as keeper of my embalm future
I’m left to discern what more I can take
From family and faith.

Neglecting patience of how fast hope can play
And
Residing in the calmness of my past at stake