Take this, I’m full, said the world
And she did.
Make these, we’re done, said the children
And she did.
Hold this, it hurts, said the friend
And she did.
Send these, I’m tired, said the boss
And she did.
Build this, I’m scared, said the client
And she did.
Do this,
Hold these,
Work that,
Go there,
Do this,
Hold these,
Work that,
Go there,
And she did.
And she did.
And she did.
And
She
did.
And then she didn’t.
Because she couldn’t.
She was broken inside
And out.
And then she cried.
She felt alone.
She felt worthless.
She felt heavy.
She felt alone.
She felt worthless.
She felt alone.
She felt worthless.
She felt worthless.
She felt despair.
She felt empty.
She felt pierced.
She felt heavy.
She felt worthless.
Worthless
Worthless
Worthless
And
Ashamed
Of her very
Existence
And then she cried
Until there were no tears left
In her broken body.
That empty, glorious body
A vessel with nothing but air
And a tiny mustard seed of a
Soul
Set free of the world’s requests
Broke the chains of expectations
Said NO
NO
And then
HELL NO
And she didn’t take any more
Until she understood
What was hers to take
And what wasn’t
And she began to see
The beauty of life
The joy of existence
And the reality of
What really is
When
She Knew
What
Was
Hers
To
Take
And more importantly,
What
Wasn’t