A Woman's Mind

at the end of the day, 

at the end of my harsh reality, 

I'm here rejuvenating my sanity,

which was weary of what life made it bear.

but something's rare, 

yet all the refreshments, I'm still unaware, 

of the exceeding peace that I thought would bring,

but instead, it makes me rethink,

about my family, and the very next day.

supposedly I should've remained in silence,

but my consciousness was at present,

hearing all the baseness of human nature-

about ploys and tactics,

and what I would be scheming my plan for the next assignment.

woman's tendency it's called,

where our minds can't rest at all.

peace is what we lack of, 

the thing which by money can't be bought.

'reflection' of our own thoughts, 

is what a therapist asks,

to put our minds to rest and be the best,

at handling emotions lest,

we be with barely anything left.