It is a shell of a life.
Dedicated to others.
Nothing for myself.
I give and give and give.
Eventually I break.
I have nothing more to give.
They are okay.
I am not.
It will take several more years
before I begin to get better.
The struggle is still there.
I am still expected to give.
Now I take time for myself.
This routine was broken
and now it is time
to renew the energy
that was given by the break.
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