#group work

my parents set me down once,

looked me in the eye and told me,

in halting breaths, to do my best.

In everything, they said, and spread

their arms so wide, i thought

their palms could encompass the

world, their backs could carry the

sky, their fingers could touch the

stars. what they didn’t tell me

was that not everyone’s parents

told them the same thing.

and in the end, i’m the one stuck with the sky on my back

When I’m facilitating a group where everyone talks over each other, it’s just like