She...

She paced the walkways and corridors of the sickness and cure
A bundle of energy zapping here and there
Asking not for reprieve
Asking not to be relieved
A workhorse personified
It keeps her mind of things, i guess
Things that personally eating her resolve
Things like a daughter settling into life
A son with a streak of self-destruction
Another daughter whose facing her biggest crisis so far
A retired by complication husband's whine that she is too engrossed in works
Loans that are eroding her statement
Bit by bit chewing
Bit by bit grinding
Bit by bit compromising

I guess she found solace at the sickness and cure
The obstacles faced there seems less demeaning
An escapism you might say
A required escapism i would suggest
Knowing personally only a part of her problems
But somehow i think i understand
Somehow i can't put the blame on her
For wanting to run away even for a while is naturally human
As by being human she's loaded with the complications

~to be continued (if ever)~

Rona Lidsa
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