Loving Them and Myself

I wanted to run,
go somewhere warm,
be with the sun,
for I am tired
and have cried.

I question why
I haven’t gone,
and every time
it’s the same;
who’d take care of them
if were gone.

To love them
is to stay,
bow my head
and do as they say.

To be with them
is to listen
and blend in;
only then can I stay.

Sometimes I wonder
if loving them,
and myself,
were possible.
If so, can I go?

dz moua

college student. loves to write. dzmoua.wordpress.com

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