Perspective
I get up.
Another day, the same
Messes
Tears
Chores
Work.
The repetition is hard.
Some days -
Too hard.
Where is my mark?
Fame?
Notoriety?
And then I look outside
My home
World
Mind.
And I cry.
These aren't tears of sadness, grief.
It's realization.
That what I do
Is a good work.
Sacred
Time Honored.
And I should cherish it.
1 comment:
I often feel that way too! Most days I feel it at some point or another. It helps when I talk to my friends... though I don't seem to do it most days. Call me if you ever want even 5 min of girl talk! I'll come by :) Serious!
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