Holding It All Together

I’m holding myself up — every single day. 

Balancing work, home, and kids like a juggler who can’t afford to drop a ball. 

I stay strong because I have to be. There’s no other option. 

But somewhere in this strength, exhaustion is quietly creeping in.

Lately, I find myself irritated more often. 

I lose patience with my kids, even when they’re just being kids — playful, noisy, and full of life. 

I scold them, and the guilt that follows is heavy. 

I know they deserve better, but I feel so drained that I can’t seem to help it. 

I’m not proud of these moments, but they are real.

And sometimes — just once in a while — I want to disappear.

 Not forever. Just long enough to breathe. 

To go someplace where no one knows me, no one expects anything from me, 

and I don't have to be responsible for anyone or anything.

I want silence, not just around me, but within me. 

I want my mind to go still — no thoughts, no lists, no worries — just me, present in the moment.

I imagine myself sitting on a quiet shore, watching the waves roll in and out.

 No noise, no chaos — just the rhythm of the sea and my own heartbeat.

 In that moment, I’m not a mother, not a worker, not a caretaker.

 I’m just a woman, existing, feeling the wind on my face.

 And in that simplicity, I find a glimpse of peace… of happiness.

I don’t want to escape my life.

 I just want a pause — a moment to rest before I pick everything up again.

 "My Brother, My Home"

Five years apart, yet close in soul,
He filled the cracks, he made her whole.

Though younger by the count of years,
He calmed her storms, he stilled her fears.

She held his hand when he was small,

But he’s the one who caught her fall.
In every trial, every doubt,
He showed her light when hers went out.

They’ve fought like fire, burned and bruised,
Words thrown in anger, harshly used.
Once, in a moment, full of pain,
She shut the door in heat and strain.

That day still echoes in her chest—
A wound she hides, a deep unrest.
She'd take it back, rewrite the scene,

Erase the hurt, keep the space clean.

For him, she'd trade the world away,

Her own children know—he leads the way.
He’s more than blood, more than her own,
The truest love she’s ever known.

He’s been her guide, her northern star,
Her safe place, no matter how far.
Through every chaos, joy, or fall—
Her brother’s love outshines them all.

No fight can last, no pride can stay,
When hearts like theirs won't drift away.
For in this life, come what may be,
Her brother is her sanctuary.