Morning brings yet another load, the difficulty of life in the city has created the cycle to work for survival thus many times losing sight of what it really means to live and enjoy this gift called life. No one knows of the struggles I face because much of it down plays in my mind. My only hope is that I live for those that I fend for. Somehow one day they will make it big and be able to survive on their own and maybe just maybe then we can enjoy life after all. At my most breaking points my thoughts of “I should have’s” pop up, regrets over my very poor choices in life has left me where I am I must admit.
I lie awake at night thinking about the way out of this struggle, I ask myself if there really is a way to get out of this lifestyle, if so which way is it? Many questions about life flood through my mind, I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring???
I wrote this after witnessing a mother and her five (5) children at one of Port Moresby’s popular settlement areas. As I sat from a distance watching this young family my attention was caught by the worried eyes of their mother. Although I had watching for only thirty minutes it was sufficient to tell that behind her eyes was a story of a struggle that only she was all too familiar with.
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