I don’t know if it happened when I turned 40 or
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen enough life now that I’m not so
Every little thing doesn’t carry a deeper meaning.
A lot of things
Can we just do our damn job here and
Not talk about our feelings?
Can we get to the task and
Not have hours of sharing our
Making a decision a month from now?
Crusty as a parched field in drought
Cracked and calloused at the surface and
Maybe a bit less conversational and squishy as
I used to be when young and earnest but
Turn a shovel full of dirt over and
You’ll see that I’m still warm
There is a well, a wealth
Teeming with encouragement and patience and love.
I’ve simply learned not to waste it but
When someone really needs me
I want to be able to support them with everything I’ve got.
I will ring every ounce of precious energy from my blood and bones
To support you
When you really need me.
Day 8 for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)