I should've written Thanks across a blue sky, Where the winds would carry my message Around the world. But I didn't even try.
I should've banged my pots and pans, Put a sign out on my lawn, Or at least on a forward facing window. But I didn't, and I'm wrong.
I could've, with minimal exertion, Clicked Like or Love On one of the millions of gratitude posts Praising them... Them, The essential and not so essential workers On our northern, southern, eastern and western Fronts. But I didn't, and it haunts.
So, I will now say, Thank You To all those who expressed Thank You To all those who have kept us healthy, safe and secure:
Some days I think I love myself.. Some days I think I’m trying to love myself.. Some days I think I’ll never love myself.. Under this Oscillation , burning at the pit of my stomach is a constant awareness- I’m yet to, truly love myself..
We are not heroes. We are just people, trying to survive. You and I, are not equals. You work from home while I... I work to ensure that I get to keep mine. They call us essential, because we provide all the food and the things that help keep you alive. But I am resentful that I don't get to decide, What is more worthy, my labor or life? So don't call me a hero. I am simply doing what has to be done. Don't call me a hero, unless you plan to treat and pay me like one.