Seeing isn't CaringA Poem by BonnieDid you notice? When I slept for hours each day, and stayed up at night
silently sobbing into my pillow? Did you notice? My hair thinning, as my bones became more visible? Did you notice? My short sleeves became long, with claims of being cold
while sweating through my layers? No. But you would notice if my body was lying limp on the tiles,
Because that’s when it ‘affected’ you, And that’s when you ‘cared’. © 2021 Bonnie |
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