Cigarette Smoke

Outside she stands in the dark/
The only thing she sees is the smoke from her cigarette.
She cannot calm her mind/
It races/ meanings she cannot find.
She wonders what is real or not/ stomach in knots.
As a mother, as a wife/
unable to find ways to better her life.
Many don't understand the written word.
So we sit and write alone/unheard.
The pain we carry/ often so wiery.
These are our feelings/ our souls.
We share them with others /who may oppose.
In life everyone is a critic/ loners and cliques.
Continue writing/ please don't stop.
It will heal you....now on top.
Your words will reach those/ in need.
Your sentiments will/ plant the seed.
Spiritually/emotionally/physically broken.
Giving voice to / the unspoken.
This is what we do/ this is our token.