unraveling

they do not notice
everyday
the gradual unraveling

behind the smile
and the warmth
incessant worries traveling 

they’ll ask her some days
how she is
is that fatigue or is she bored

they can’t tell she’s
unraveling 
until the day she comes

unmoored

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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