Deflated

 






A slow leak

Another damn nail in the tire

Didn’t notice until last night

And now the tire is completely flat

That tire I’m talking about?

It’s me

Completely drained of air

Air - my power. My drive. My self-worth

Leaked slowly out of me over the last month

And it took becoming completely deflated

Before I could finally take notice

So now, it’s once again, time to problem solve

Do I continue to reinflate this punctured tire

Day after day

Or do I remove the tire, roll it over to my repair guy, and get the damn hole fixed

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