My hands hold my arms, crossed and uncertain.
My head dips, water drips, behind shower curtain.
All I can hear is the spray of hot water and
the breathing, the beating, the sighs that I mutter.
Must we, must I, forge on with this day?
It’s just like the last and tomorrow, this way.
I’m supposed to have answers, tools, and resources
I’m beginning to feel each of those were aborted.
My head hangs, water drips from arms crossed
The lonely in me both familiar and lost
Sighs and she coos, breathes and she says,
“Tomorrow will happen — Just be here today.”
Love and light to everyone getting through and moving as best you can. I see you, I love you, and I feel it alongside you.