A woman and her battle


Either a single or married
Having kids or not
Sometimes life brings to you
New level of dimensions and decisions

You may be in a battle of another identity
As an international student/worker
Who once leaves family
Promising that it’s only for a while

The decision causes pain and tears
With the hole in your heart
Desperate for one to fill in
Without knowing when

The day has finally come
With the smile of your kids
And their real presence
Like a rainbow as remedy for rain

The small hands to hug
The cherry lips to kiss
Will linger over your days from now on
And I’m so happy to witness it
Since my turn has also arrived (IOT)

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