Time

When will it be my turn?

To feel love as an exchange instead of a hole in my artery leaking the last of my joy

My turn to have someone say, I solved the problem, you don’t have to do anything

My turn to be heard

My turn to have boundaries respected

My turn to be able to run off for hours on end instead of getting ignored

My turn to come home to a perfectly paired present or a note

My turn to not have to make a decision. To feel taken care of. To feel respected as an individual for who I am and not what I am

My turn to feel cherished

instead of overworked and overwhelmed

My turn to know love


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