God, take this drama from me
I prayed to be of service
And now I’m being consumed
My plate is full and no matter how often
I do the dishes
I’m knee deep
I know, it all comes at once
From all angles
But it’s not mine
Tornadoes at home
Hail on the road
Hurricanes explode from the phone
I hang up and still smell the ozone
Find burn marks on my arms
It’s still not mine
But I’m losing my footing
Letting it go
Like bailing hay on greased ice
In flip-flops
Remind me to say “I don’t know”
Or “No”
You can have everything
I just want to be able
To breathe