#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.
As the day ends and the night begins
Her anxiety strikes again.
She sits in silence alone wishing, hoping for change.
Deep down she knows it's all within.
Nothing but a fear.
She quites her thoughts and closes her eyes.
As she knows tomorrow is a new day and her choose how to use it.