No Vacancy

"I don't have enough rooms...."

No Vacancy

Honestly

I don't have enough rooms,
Available in my little hospital ward
To care for more broken souls

Here

I have gathered myself and my children 
And we have fought our way uphill
To this place

Where

My broken friends and I gather
And in hushed tones, set to mend
All the broken homes
Either we've made or come from

or both

But mostly just the broken home
Of our hearts (there is no vaccine yet
To stop the decay of self-love
In the generations of today)

We've tried

I am content here and cannot
Care for a single soul more -
Even if, at night, sometimes 
I imagine switching roles

With myself

Being the one cared for 
by another, until my heart 
Remembers the dual beat of
Loving self and others

Simultaneously

It's not the syncopation
That I mess up, it's the 
Lack of extra hands and
The bad habit of compassion

That never lets me sleep.

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