I’m not the mom or wife I want to be nor

The woman I thought I’d see staring back at me

Inside me there is bubbling over, a desire greater than myself to win this war of mediocrity

I want to give you my upmost best whole self instead of the pieces often left

It shatters me to know when I’ve let you down, I usually just assume that I have.

Where is my comfort in this? Where lies my hope? Do I keep striving?

If I leave you with nothing, teach you but few lessons, know this; that in my weakness HE is strong. And will never. Ever. No. Never. Let you fall.