I nearly had to
pull over
to weep in a
deserted parking lot.
To let myself fall
apart into
the small pieces
I am losing everyday.
To curl against
my steering wheel
because there is
nobody there
to hold me.
To wonder
what I am I left
with, when I am broken.
When I am empty
and worthless
and worn out.
But I didn't stop.
I kept driving.
It's the one thing
I can say I'm proud
I did today.
I kept moving forward,
kept wiping at my face,
kept making my
weak sounds.
Kept on going
because I've got
nowhere
else to go.
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