Sometimes the exhaustion,
Brings me to tears.
As I feel another kick in the teeth.
I walk with the impression,
I have this handled,
But there is worry not far beneath.
I do all I can,
Consistently,
I am driven to not let us fall,
But it doesn’t stop my disappointment,
That I cannot be perfect,
Be all.
I fear the mistakes,
I accidentally make,
Will cause something that I can’t fix.
Throw in the choices of others,
And this wall
Becomes one made of bricks.
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