After months - better - years
of conversations - she finally
said it: “I am tired of being tired.”
She laughed and
said it again: “I am sick
and tired of being tired.”
She had finally said it to herself -
what she knew all along - but
she couldn’t say or admit it.
She was sick and tired
of always being there, more:
having to be there: present.
She was the box of
bandaids,
the Vaseline, the one who had
to run to the drugstore every time.
Well, the box was empty.
No more bandaids. The jar
was empty. No more Vaseline.
She simply packed a suitcase -
and left a note: “I’ll be back in a few
weeks. I’m tired and need a vacation.”
Well, everyone was furious!
But not everyone. One person said,
“It’s about time. Good move honey.”
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
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