“Why do I do this to myself every time?”
Yes, usually how it started.
Dirty station wagon cut her off
“Idiot,” she fumed.
Proceeding to merge at 20 mph
Painfully in the way.
“Can’t even get there without running into them!”
People are nothing.
Raping the land while hoarding self worth.
I remember that attitude
Embraced myself easily
Trusting no one
“Not today,” she sighed.
Wallowing through endless tasks.
Interacting with souls who have none to bear
“They mean nothing to me,” she said.
Gratitude underserved and politeness poorly spent.
Yet, I give them everything.
Which is better for her?
Trust, hurt, belonging.
Fear, ego, self-preservation.
Start everyday with this question.