I feel like I'm squishing my soul
into a bunch of small boxes.
I just hope that when I open them
it hasn't been damaged.
This is hard.....
A lot harder than I thought it would be.
I just continue to put one foot
in front of the other.
I'm so tired though,
so very tired.
Tears come and go,
small glimmers of excitement.
Questioning myself, my abilities
trying hard to treat myself with kindness.
Fear wanes and sadness swells
as this very large volume of my life
is coming to a close.
No do overs, no encores,
no curtain call, just fade to boxes.
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