Hours in the Day

There are not enough hours in the day

For me to please everybody.

If I could double them

It would not change the exhaustion that comes

With pleasing yourself last.

The silent treatments

The inconsiderate actions

Being forgotten...so very easily.

How do you treat another in such a fashion?

How do you have seemingly endless conversation

All laid to waste when you realize

They were only pretending to be listening,

Waiting for the next best thing?

I have hopes & ambitions

Dreams I hope to realize

In helping others

I thought there would be help for me.

I mistook loneliness for friendship

Selfishness for caring.

I am running out the clock

On this once in a lifetime chance at freedom.

My dreams can not be scheduled

Nor can I be held responsible

For carrying on the dreams of another.

It is not defeat I am admitting

Simply the realization

The only one I have to please is myself.

It is only me who keeps me awake into the wee hours of the morning.

It is my own heart that feels the weight I choose to burden myself with.

It is only my dreams I can nurture.

Only myself, I can fix.

Fixing...takes time

NH