Poem part 1 of 3 And this is not what I planned being stuck on the shore of just what we need my feet glued in wet sand forced to stand and then watch as my children are stranded with sad, leftover meals and leftover me as I watch “precious moments” get washed out to sea
and I try to cling on but you know how it goes hold all of time’s sand and into wind it just flows as inevitably as the bulge in my heart when the kids still look up with that trust and that hope
asking me to build castles and other joys in the sand but I’m caught in the nature of slippery tasks at my hand keeping us all above water while losing grip on the land this is not what I planned this is not what I planned
Hope you can't relate.
P.S Waiting to publish a poetry collection about Work while facing unemployment and your own burnout is a whole type of weird fuckery.
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