Late night thoughts

"I feel trapped in a revolving door"

I feel trapped in a revolving door.

I think I am fine,
then the waves come crashing into me again.

A passing comment.
Another person leaving.

Another day I have to be strong again,
push forward again,
hold myself together again.

When does it stop?
When do I breathe?
When…

I’m tired of watching the door,
tired of listening for footsteps,
tired of bracing myself
to see who’s leaving next.