Children are like vast parachutes,
Tethered to a mother’s back.
They tug with mighty force,
Holding her back,
Preventing her from chasing her dreams.
It’s disheartening to watch others—
Fulfilling dreams,
Finding success—
While we, as mothers,
Remain stagnant,
Silent.
Our hearts screaming within,
Ripping to break free.
Despite the relentless pullbacks,
Keep moving forward—
Step by steady step,
No matter how slow the climb.
One day, the winds will shift.
The parachute will sway,
Its once-heavy weight
Will become your wings,
Lifting you forward, upward—
Like a tornado claiming the sky.
You’ll soar higher than ever before,
Grasping dreams you once thought lost.
So don’t surrender.
Stay focused.
Let resistance guide your rise.
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Wolverine Lily 