A woman comes home exhausted from work
She kicks off her mud clad boots to the floor
She throws her bag in the distance and its contents sprawl all over the floor
She slides down the door for support and rests her aching joints and throbbing veins on the floor
Her phone, that’s been cutting the sides of her breast, is placed carefully on the floor
The smell of babies and dirty diapers go on the floor
The ear drum-bursting screams are placed firmly on the floor
A flash of the young man she saw on her way home being chased by another young man with a sharp objects goes on the floor
The smell of the fried chicken from that take away store still lingers together with the rumble in her stomach goes on the floor
Her memories of the forever and always promises go on the floor
The shattered pieces of her heart go on the floor
The sight of him and the other women go on the floor
The salty tears she cried when he turned around and left never to come back go on the floor
The dreams of the bundle of joy that announced its arrival nine months later go on the floor
The floor creaks
It wobbles
For a moment she braces for impact waiting for it to give out under her
But it stands
It carries her
Because like her it’s foundation is strong
Strong foundations never give up