“You’re a trooper
tough
loyal
dedicated
giving your all
pouring out
all that’s in you.”
But I’m
broken
isolated
empty.
Something inside me is
unsatisfied
unhealed
unattended.
My weary head on the pillow,
my heavy eyes close,
soon transporting me to
a colorful world.
an unconscious Utopia,
vivid realities of
good times
lasting memories
life-changing revelations.
Waking up to
getting the job done
moving forward
embracing every opportunity
Daily fighting
wars
in and all around me
rejections
misunderstandings
ridicule.
They build up,
like my unshed tears
and the voids inside my body, soul, spirit grow
deeper
emptier
hollow.
I can’t cry–
All because I’m a trooper.
Can I, too, get the shoulder
the warm, long embrace
the kind, uplifting words
the unrushed quality time
to restore this brokenness inside me?
