By Mac Guerreiro
The dead plants have become a fixture,
The boxes too,
And now add the clothes and the dishes,
They won’t get done,
Not tonight,
Eye’ve barely enough energy to set myself right,
As right as eye’ll get,
We’ll see how much that is,
Eye’d like to think eye’ll do it all,
The repotting,
The washing,
The throwing away,
But knowing me eye won’t have that energy,
So eye need to decide what’s more important,
What NEEDS doing,
And those decisions feel impossible to make,
When eye can’t think,
Just feel,
Overwhelmed,
Overrun,
Incapable,
And now powerless too,
Eye just want to shut this all off,
My mind and my
Heart too.
Mystical Mac 