as i stare at the overflowing pile of clothes
trying to figure out how to fit in my latest burden
it occurs to me how amazing you are
how you've always done the laundry
drying tears, keeping them in pairs of smiling eyes like
pairs of folded socks
i see even more how caring you are
how you're never too exhausted to help
i know sometimes it seems no one appreciates
it seems you are taken for granted
but the times i treat you the worst
are just me hating what i've done, hating myself
when i see the looks of disappointment
i am overwhelmed with self-loathing, regret
something snaps, and i feel it's beyond repair
it gets wrongfully taken out on you
after everything that's happened
i don't know where you find your secret mountain spring
from which you draw the love you show
and one day, i hope to find my own
i am searching, and daily i will happily hike
up the winding uphill path
to return the unconditional love and patience
that have given me the energy to do so.