The Tough Ones
written by: Parivash G
Here is the truth of the matter:
in the morning I will say
I am tired of this life.
You wake for the day – 7 am –
and I already feel empty.
It has been another
long
unsuccessful
night.
I fantasize about working,
a relief to the pattern of our days:
feed, play, nap – never easily and never
for as long as you need.
You’re tired, you fuss, and I track
the minute hand as it crawls
around the clock.
Sometimes the days are so long I could scream.
We escape, walk along the beach.
My love for you is the ocean
but I’m stuck in a low tide.
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