Torn

Take this piece here,

but if it’s not enough

there’s plenty more where that came from

Take this slice

but just a little one

gotta save my reserves for the rest to come

Now look at that –

I’m a little confused

sending mixed messages that make no sense,

let’s revise a bit and I’ll explain

what it is that I really meant

I’m tired, torn,

demanded, adored,

renewed, reborn every day;

it’s nice to feel loved and needed,

but it feels like I’m drained of my blood all day

At critical depletion,

more supplements arrive,

something to save me from the brink

of complete exhaustion,

flash point tension,

an endless communion

which I choose to drink

The boughs still break,

the dam still bursts,

fight or flight awakens dramatically

always leaving behind a crumpled mess

making me question my sanity

Soon enough,

I come to my senses

take in fully what I’m up against

I calm my voices,

displace my fears

then decide I’m doing

my absolute best

Emily © October 22, 2015

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