Drowning

Sometimes I’m drowning.  

It’s too much.  

To juggle, carry, and spin, the balls, burdens, and plates. 

I’m crowded, crushed, squeezed, rushed. 

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Resilience, they say.  

Organise and optimise, your self.  

It’s not us, they say.  

It’s you.  

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Just a little more, they say. 

Then a little more, a little more, and a little more.  

We’ve measured it, they say. 

We’re right.  

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Do more for less, they say.  

These are challenging times for ‘us’.  

It’s a vocation, they say.  

Be grateful. 

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They’re right.  

I’m grateful. But tired. Sometimes so tired.  

It’s too much.  

I’m drowning.