Daily Prompt: Slog

via Daily Prompt: Slog


She stares at her reflection,

and the thought hits her,

like a cold gust of wind

that hides behind a door

that is foolishly opened.

She shivers, an uncomfortable spasm

that’s all too familiar, now.

Her youth is gone…

fifty years gone.

She toiled away–

a daily slog–

doing her best to raise a family

too comfortable in extravagance

to notice her struggle.

And now, in the end,

she finds no allies, and no funds.

Just a reflection,

an unrecognizable image

of a woman who gave so much

and received so little.




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