I Take Naps
I have discovered that
it is a helluva lot easier
to just take a nap,
rather than think too much.
Thinking is mental stress,
which is probably not good for me, either.
So damn much that is happening
that I cannot do a damn thing about –
family problems are right up there,
and as the daddy, of course I feel
that I should be able to do some damn thing,
but there just doesn't seem to be
much of anything that I can do.
I'm stretched right out beyond my limits,
and then a bit further.
Helpless and hopeless and upset as hell
because I just can't DO any more.
I want to.
There just isn't any way to do left.
Daddys are supposed to have the answers.
Husbands are supposed to take care of things.
My military training and background
made me take charge and make decisions that worked,
no matter the stumbling blocks.
Not any more.
The best I can hope for, I guess, is,
at the end, to die in my sleep.
So I take naps.
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