Poetry

The Truth I Finally See

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/09/02/sick-4/

I am sick of the way you treat me,
like I’m your servant instead of your family.

I keep wondering what I have to do
to earn your love, your care, your softness —
or if this is all I truly mean to you.

But I’m finally seeing the truth:
love shouldn’t feel like begging,
and I’m worth more than the scraps you offer.

I won’t carry your cruelty anymore.
I’m choosing myself —
the one person who has never abandoned me.

Poetry

Unrelenting Discomfort

A
cough
and
nose
that
will
not
stop,
begins
to
interfere
with
the
day

MAD Missy