Days bleed
one
into
the
next
and
the
next
and the next

My laughter
mingles
with
the salt
of my tears
as
tiredness
walks
hand-in-hand
with the joys
of being
all that
I am.

Cleaner
Worker
Sister
Wife
Mother
Counselor
Band-Aid Applier
The rock
the unbending
(trying not to break)
me.

Just
Like all the
other beings
walking with me
trying
trying
to follow the dream
to be
all I can be
and maybe
(just maybe)
just
a
little
bit
m
o
r
e.