Monday I was told I was good.

I felt relieved.

Thursday I was ignored.

I felt invisible.

Wednesday I was snapped at.

I began to doubt myself.

On Thursday I was rejected.

Now I was afraid.

On Saturday I was thanked for being me.

My soul relaxed.

On Sunday I was left alone

till the part of me that can’t be

influenced grew tired of

submitting and resisting.

Monday I was told I was good.

By Tuesday I got off the wheel.

 

Poem by Marc Nepo

Brought to my attention by the wonderful Hedy Schleifer. Thank you.