What Will Be, Will Be

A million things I want to do.

Thoughts swirling through my brain.

I seek perfection

After all, a job isn't worth doing

If you aren't going to give it your all.

Starting to figure out though

I've been spinning my wheels.

Frozen and overwhelmed.

Trying to do for everyone else.

There's not much joy in that

Especially without a little gratitude.

Recognition would be nice

Once in a while too.

It used to do my spirit good,

That helping others,

And so it should.

Then it became expected

They just kept needing

And wanting more.

Stomping feet, angry words,

And slamming doors.

Torn in too many directions,

With everybody wanting

Another little piece of me.

If I love them

They think they deserve 100%.

I tried for awhile

To give them my all.

Then I discovered

At the end of the day

There's nothing left for me.

They drained me.

Left me nothing but a shell

Of the vibrant soul

I was once was.

Nobody bothered to see

My soul needed nurturing too.

It's time to stop.

There's a little life left here.

But my spirit needs nurturing.

If no one else will,

I will have to

Step up to the plate

Rediscover my joy

My heart's happiness

I will be the one

To nourish my soul.

I'm taking back

My time, my life,

Me.

There might be a little bit leftover

For them.

For now though

I'm going to embrace myself.

What will be, will be.

They probably won't like it much

For a while anyway.

Not gonna stress about it.

Eventually, they'll see

I need time.

My spirit needs to be nurtured.

I need to find laughter and joy.

So for now

I'm just going to

Let it all

Just be.