Force of a home – P4
Underrated, underestimated.
The ones who have a job, not considered as a career.
Why one? When they say you were born for the role.
Determined. Yet often broken hearted.
A drive with no visible outcome.
Yet she wakes up in the morning and gets to work.
Well, is that really an option?
Beautiful, and delicate.
Doesn’t matter of her skills,
Talking about organization? That’s done and undone within minutes.
Talking about prioritization? Does it well for others, except herself.
Regardless, skills don’t apply in her position.
No matter how many times you’ve worked so hard.
Most of the times, you are still taken as incompetent or lazy.
All by the ones who have never tried to be in your shoes.
Smart and witty.
That’s her, alright.
She’s been that girl since.
No wonder you chose her.
Committed and affectionate,
It caught your attention as soon you lay eyes on her.
Values and morals,
Stood her ground and broke the ties.
Now, there she is scrapping and moping.
Measuring and building…
There, she is. Constantly thinking if she made the right decision.
What looked pretty doesn’t taste good no more.
At the time, all seemed clear and sweet,
But now, life has already taken the joy she had.
Not for good though.
Since you can still see the crease of twinkles on the corner of her eyes.
Give her an equation, any on your level.
She’ll do it.
You already know.
If you don’t work with her, you know you will not win.
If you don’t collaborate with her,
Difficulty will be your only encounter.
The woman is very smart. You already know.
She has something you don’t have.
She is the most intelligent,
The most underestimated people.
Yet, that woman has given up her lives because of her own.
Given up or not. There is always a better choice.
And she chose the ‘lame’ route so you can reach the ‘top’.
The thing is.
I saw one this morning,
Standing by the light,
Her kin in the passenger seat.
The woman rubbed and widened her eyes and
It made me wonder if she saw what she just did.
Drove past the red light.
Red, green or orange or yellow. However, you see it.
Doesn’t make a difference.
Can’t even tell when her mind zoned out.
If you dare to ask. She might not remember since all she does is this every day.
The assigned duties in her position.
Her friend recommended resting when she can.
‘After all, how much tiresome can you be if you spend all day at home?’ Betty asked.
She wouldn’t know, her paycheck pays for a cleaner every week.
‘I’d love to, you know! But my situation is different than hers.’ She said.
And deed down, she knows.
Comparison would do nothing but stir up resentment for her peers.
And there goes away the little smile she had in her heart.
Figured that the phone calls or meet-up don’t do any good.
But still, rolling in her self- bubble will make things worse.
Better to know that Betty still has herself problems to deal with.
At least, now she knows she is not the only one.
Sure, once in a while a sharp pain drill in her soul when enjoying other people’s misery.
But the ache doesn’t last…
Somewhere knowing she is not the only one brings back comforts in her life.
Somewhere hearing a thank you pushes her to keep going.
Somehow catching hope in her eyes through the mirror above the sink,
Reminds her who she is.
The one and only force of a home.
