by Cheryl Merrick
Dragging my exhausted body along,
I force myself to do what others need;
not what I am good at,
not what I need.
Depressed, I continue on
feeling my love
as a heavy chain
binding me to a life
of drudgery.
Lower and lower I sink,
my weariness growing heavier
as I allow myself
to be bound to the rock.
*as a dominant introverted intuitive I have little ability to handle details
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