roar

Some days life is hard.
I want to scream and roar till my throat is sore
Some days I do
And I’m disappointed in ME!
The mom that “happens” when stress is high and sickness is upon us
Sadly there is no pill for ” happy”
Only one cure will do.
Whispered.
Cried.
Or simpy said
He inclines His ear to my call
Recognizes my voice above all others
“help?”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
He is acquainted with all of our weakness, and is the Strength that we lack in our weakness.
I am woman, hear me roar? I’m roaring to my Papa Lion on the throne!”
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