Huddled in the corner
shaking, scared, and cold
sits my peace of mind
worth her weight in gold.
Barely can she murmur
an audible, distinguishable sound.
Only a bit of gibberish
from her mouth is found.
‘What have I done to you?’
I utter in dismay.
I gently lift her frail body.
She needs warmth without delay.
I tuck her into my bed
pull the covers up.
I spoon feed her some broth
but it hardly seems enough.
I remember our favorite story
and rummage on the shelf.
I read her three whole chapters.
She’s seeming more herself.
I tell her that I love her
and kiss her forehead goodnight.
She needs lots of rest and love.
Eventually she’ll be alright.
This poem is about getting run down, burnt out, letting anxiety rule you. And then realizing what you’ve done to yourself.
Very good Aimee!! I think we have all experienced burn out in one way or another. I had burn out and it affected my health and my doctor took me off work for 2 months. 5 months later, I changed jobs and went from working 5 days a week to working 3 days. Mediation helped turn my situation around and I still mediate twice daily and it helps keep me grounded and focused so I don’t burn out again!
I was just thinking of you tonight before you posted your poem, thinking we hadn’t heard from you in a while. I missed your work.
Good job!!
So sorry for your burnout Aimee. Hope you will feel better. Your poem is powerful.