This is her part hiding.
This is her taking space,
From a life that she must lead,
But sometimes cannot face.
Hers is one of duty,
But one she would not call ‘mine’.
She’s anchoring for others,
Holding to the line.
Clinging on with cramping fingers,
Putting on brave face,
And so sometimes she needs,
A little time and space.
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