There seem to be infinite battles to fight
As most of us women try to get everything right
Holding ourselves to standards immeasurably high
At home and work, we strive to be perfect, to reach for the sky..
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It is an exhausting endeavor indeed
As we struggle to fulfill the needs
Of everyone in our orbits, selling ourselves short
When able to take care of everyone we are not
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Maybe some days we should give up the good fight
Let others figure out how to make things right
Maybe we should just relax, sit back and see
How the world runs when we are not supervising closely
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I intend to relinquish control ever so slightly
And see if the ship still sails without me
No matter how things turn out and what I find
I would at least have unburdened temporarily my mind
Passion...unbridled 