I should be trying harder than I am. there are steps I need to take to find my way back to where I should be going. I am offered help and signs by those I worry. I am told I can change and that changing takes time. we have been here before.
waiting waters what rain cannot reach. resentment fills the buckets spared for gifts that never surface: no storm, no reply, no end of days. only dishes and news I choose to blame for my mood. I brush my teeth and wash my face and tell myself tomorrow is another day until it never comes.
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