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The days grow short, nights are shorter
I’m a wife, a mother, and a daughter
Pulled in all directions, until I’m numb
It’s no wonder why, I’m feeling glum
I need some space, to call my own
A quiet spot, where I’m unknown
No one to call my name, out loud
Far away, from the roaring crowd
Yet, I do not know, of such a place
To live my life, at my own pace
One day I hope to find that peace
When overwhelming moments cease
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 