Thoughts & Poetry

10 of 30: Losing Grip

When I ask if you can, you’ll tell me you can’t and when your turn comes to ask me, I decline.

We’re hardly ever on the same page anymore, we hardly laugh at the little things and most of all, we can no longer appreciate anything.

You have ties and so do I  and though I try to make time, sometimes I feel you’re not doing your part

So I stop.

Since when did we become so selfish? I would ask myself.

But then it also got me thinking, have we even started giving?

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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