wearing kindness
as a shield
for the fear of being forgotten
performing happiness
to keep the peace
for an uninterested audience
~ one hand clapping ~
setting things on fire
keeping warm
an unappreciated sacrifice
demanding more
to stoke the embers
until the field is full of ashes
low maintenance
(badge of honour)
boundaries not asserted
a tool on the shelf
cherished for function
once broken, to be forgotten
no longer building a house
just settling accounts
....
raising the price
putting value in place
a privilege reset
silence as an answer
is not absence
a space to be filled with love
bridges to the past
of approval over need
of popularity over peace
of convenience over comfort
need the river set on fire.
This poem is inspired by Bella Smith’s If You Think I’ve Changed, You’re Right and the title is taken directly from there.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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