I want to take it off
This superhero costume
Let me walk in gossamer kissed with the scent of rose and vanilla
Pause this big, beautiful brain
So I can rest
Restoratively
Not have to project manage you, you and you
Because you can’t or won’t.
It doesn’t matter which one
Because I want to be held
Just existing laughing about something silly and arguing about various facts and the interpreation therein
Not to be a CEO and demanded to perform on command
Not to be your therapist, your mother, your COO, your private dancer, your cook, your maid, your time keeper, your VP of Finance, your RN, your constant reminder of do this, this and this
Because you can’t or won’t
It doesn’t matter which one
Because my cape is off
I’m laying on a cloud
loved gently
watered, fed and supported by tendrils of care

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