a window broke when i tried to go for a walk
the grocery bag ripped when i got to the block
the car window broke the same exact week
and the shower needs repairs to fix an endless leak-
the second job won't let me request off
because too many people decided to never show up
and my 1st job is climbing to the stress ******
but I have no more sick days, just used my last-
my wife needs help because she's carrying our son
and sundown's not a wind down when the kids are so young,
my two year old is stressed and wants me to come and play,
but my face looks different working every single day-
and i cry because there doesn't seem to be an end in sight,
and i cry because i hate to see the look in their eyes-
like i'm missed while i'm there, and missed when i'm not,
like i'm not doing enough, when there's no time to stop-
i miss having time with my son and having time with my wife
i miss having time for anything but working every second of my life
i feel like im not good enough or working hard enough
i feel like im complaining and feeling this way too much-
and i believe in peace surpassing all understanding
and in a holy spirit that heals beyond what i'm feeling
and i know that this world has much worse that it handles
with families stripped from families/ nations burning like candles-
maybe i care too much about all that is me
and this very poem is an ode to selfish western thinking-
but i can't handle this
i feel brittle in bone
and i feel like i carry
all my burdens alone.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
a window broke when i tried to go for a walk
the grocery bag ripped when i got to the block
the car window broke the same exact week
and the shower needs repairs to fix an endless leak-
the second job won't let me request off
because too many people decided to never show up
and my 1st job is climbing to the stress ******
but I have no more sick days, just used my last-
my wife needs help because she's carrying our son
and sundown's not a wind down when the kids are so young,
my two year old is stressed and wants me to come and play,
but my face looks different working every single day-
and i cry because there doesn't seem to be an end in sight,
and i cry because i hate to see the look in their eyes-
like i'm missed while i'm there, and missed when i'm not,
like i'm not doing enough, when there's no time to stop-
i miss having time with my son and having time with my wife
i miss having time for anything but working every second of my life
i feel like im not good enough or working hard enough
i feel like im complaining and feeling this way too much-
and i believe in peace surpassing all understanding
and in a holy spirit that heals beyond what i'm feeling
and i know that this world has much worse that it handles
with families stripped from families/ nations burning like candles-
maybe i care too much about all that is me
and this very poem is an ode to selfish western thinking-
but i can't handle this
i feel brittle in bone
and i feel like i carry
all my burdens alone.
