I keep thinking if I have wronged myself by not reaching out for help. I keep thinking I have been a fool to not ask for help -for building concrete falls around me. But as it turns out, people are somehow built to let you down, to let go of your hand just when you need them to hold a little tighter. They let go.
All the promises and pacts, all the words and boasting, all of that fades -just when you need it the most.
hi again darling, this week I worked so hard my hamstrings are screeching from sitting, and somehow I’ve learned to sleep eyes wide open.
honey I’m tired but I don’t mind bringing home bacon. after all, if you’re going to call me lakshmiof the house, I better find some gold before you blow the conch.
this week I worked through a sea of dead names and dead faces of friendly strangers that kinda looked like you and I toiled through another pandemic-ridden seven days even from home I’m wearing a mask because it’s too hard to see tragedy and be working instead.
So on my break I retweet fleet, press some of that goddess gold into the digital donations, because even a world away even if you don’t see it, there’s little wealth in work.
