I wish that
I wish that the comings and goings of our minds
the half finished thoughts
the intricate stories we tell ourselves
about how it should be
The daydream
the bad memory we dread
the happy memory we miss
and the grey space that often blurs those two
those moments in our heads that drag us
Into fear
Into sadness
and out of those too
I wish we could see each of those moments as work
not just wasted time
not just a sick day
not just a few missed e-mails
not just silence
because even though you can’t always see it
you are work
I promise.
Every speck of you is work
You’re a labour of your own Love and as long as you’re still here
That will always be proof enough.

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