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