These burdens weigh me down, steal the air
as it bubbles out of my lungs,
but I gather them up, from person to person to person
collecting their problems and breaking them down
easing their load while filling my own;
I can't stop. I made it my job, a career in cleaning up crises,
shouldering stressors, taking care of people.
The award on my office window sill calls me an advocate,
but who is advocating for me as I sink?
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Oh, that last line hits so hard. Even you need to lean on someone sometimes. Hugs, Kay. Hope things are looking up for you today.
One heck of a great question.
Oof this hits like truth with a name tag on. Quietly devastating in the best way.✨