Shopping for Survival

It's a simple trip, just a list in my hand,

But echoes of doubt from a voice I understand.

Every aisle turns into a mental debate,

"Don't buy that, it’s a waste, just wait, just wait."

I’m walking through the rows, it’s crowded and bright,

Searching for solutions, trying to get it right.

My mother-in-law's whispers, they dance in my head,

But I've got my own world, a family to be fed.

Stretched thin, living off dreams and hope,

But a new cooler’s on the list, I’m learning to cope.

Two cabinets waiting for the food I’ll store,

Against the doubt I hear, I’m louder than before.

You don’t know what I need, I’m fighting for my life,

These scars and these struggles make me stronger inside.

I’m not just a burden, I’m finding my way,

With every decision, I’m shaping my day.

I look down at the photo, a glimpse of her smile,

Reminding me sweetly, it's all worth the while.

"You’ve got to keep pushing, don’t ever back down,

With dreams to fulfill, keep your feet on the ground."

Each item I pick, there’s a story behind,

Storing up hope just to see her shine.

These wheels on this cart, like a path of their own,

I’m building a life where love has grown.

Cabinets whisper, "Put food on the shelf,"

It's more than just storage; it's finding myself.

This road has its struggles, the path carries weight,

But I’m learning to stand firm and recreate fate.

You don’t know what I need, I’m fighting for my life,

These scars and these struggles make me stronger inside.

I’m not just a burden, I’m finding my way,

With every decision, I’m shaping my day.

So heed now, my story, a lesson in care,

Each cooler and cabinet, a love that we share.

Step by step, I’m finding my ground,

In this simple grocery run, my strength is profound.