Mitigate my life

What is it that I must ponder…to mitigate my life?
I was born into poverty, and rose above.
I have fought loneliness
to now feel at ease with who I have become.
I have stood firm and done battle with demons deep within,
always triumphant…
Yet still I am in turmoil.
Still I awake to ask in hope… “Will today be kind?
Will today gladden my heart…?
Or will darkness once again follow to make ill”?
I have no peace of mind so that I may feel rested and calm.
I have not my children's love with me,
though I know I am in their hearts.
There is no lover for me to rest upon and sleep
after we had made love and whispered… goodnight.
There is only confusion as to what is meant of me.
So very many options of all that I may be.
But never sleeping… comfortably.
When will I no longer have to ponder…
to mitigate my life?

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