It seems as though
everyone wants
something from me.
My love, my body,
my time, my mind,
my money, my advice and my soul
I am torn in
multiple directions,
pulled and prodded mercilessly.
I never say no.
It doesn't seem right,
for I am the caretaker
When it’s all gone,
I dry up and blow away.
Then...there is peace.
The pieces of me float
down down down
and come together again.
This time around
shall be different.
This time I will be strong.
Life is a journey.
We win and we lose,
continuously living and learning.
The cycle is infinite.
Evolved we become,
always works in progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem