My mind is in a state of change--
insecure and unfastened.
My spirit slightly broken,
Bruised, and disheartened.
"You think too much"
"You push too much"
"Just let it go"
"Just let them be"
And deep inside I keep wondering
"Why does it always have to be me?"
The one to apologize
The one to adjust
The one to bend
And the one to rush
To take on so much
For those who care so little
And with every breath
Condemn and belittle
All that I do
And all that I care for
Without any concern for the time
And the effort
I invest in this chore?
Give me a break!
My goodness, My God!
I do this because I love.
And I don't need any thanks or any praise
But some Grace
Would be nice.
And some flexibility
Would be great!
And just like the words on this page
All blurted out and spewed all over
My hurt is dulled
And my spirit glazed over
With the numbing mist
That it instinctively applies
When little chips and little hurts
Expose the tender me inside.
Mending and strengthening
Until the next injury arrives.