POEM - Hard Decisions

That’s how it was

Headlong running

Found the rock

The way back blocked

By everything that is the hard place

It was one too many holidays

Dropping everything

Running to the hospital

To roll our eyes

Throw our hands up

Half listen to all the lies

Look like the bad guy

When we don’t believe a word of it

The Well of Compassion dried up

About fifteen times ago

But that’s what you do for family

Now there are other things to do

Taking away their freedom

Regulating their lives

Putting them in permanent day care

Because they need to be baby sat

And there will be screaming

And there will be tears

And hurtful words

And feelings rubbed raw

And maybe it won’t be appreciated

Not right now anyway

            But when she dries out

You might finally be able to stand her again