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The Cracks Are Showing
The invisible labor of love, and the cost of being everything to everyone
My job is to give you what you need
but your demands fell me like a tree without roots
what you ask is not too much
if we had a staff
or people to lean on when my body tires
when my mind reaches overwhelm
and the world dissolves into white noise
I entered into this bargain
truth be told, it was my idea
why stop now when more would feel complete I asked
I did not know
that while there will always be enough love
time is finite
and so am I
My energy propels me forward
the body a weight I drag behind
how can I say no to ideas I inspired?
You can have it all I promised
not realising I alone
was responsible for the delivery
as the cracks begin to show
Intention is honorable
but reality is stark
I am one woman
and the four of you have the power to rip me apart…
