You are not a vacation

 

 

You are not a vacation

By Deborah Sharma

You are always faithfully there,
for people to openly share,
their miserable troubles and woes,
listening with compassion you chose

Then isn’t it madly absurd,
your own anguish is not heard?
no one wants to patiently partake
of your own wretched heartache

They suddenly have no time
too busy with life they chime
to be the empathetic ear you need
or the consoling comfort as you bleed

You’re checked-in like a hotel,
an accommodating motel,
but you are not a vacation,
or a pit stop gas station

You deserve a reciprocated bond
not forsaken or cheaply conned
worthy of a true flame of your own
and a wholesome heart that feels like home