Burden

The weight of the house lies on shoulder of a widow,
The future of her children rest in her hands.
Although it seems she has it all controlled, but bagged inside hides a soul crumbling and trying to make it out alive.
Twined in her mind all day long, is the devotion to stay loyal to her God and as well,make money for her seedlings to develop.
Hours after hours, she hopes for a miracle,one to liberate her from suffocation
The only joy she sees is the erupting giggles of her pubs
"If his will is for me to follow this path, then I shall walk till the end"
But as the leaves fall and freeze, she begins to wander if the road has an end or not.