I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t do it all.
I can’t be all things to all people At all times and under all circumstances.
I can’t be the one to always change my plans to suit another’s.
I can’t be the one to pick up after others all the time.
I can’t work all day and stop at the grocery and cook dinner And have it ready by 6:30.
I can’t carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I need some support, too, and a rest.
I can’t; can’t, can’t cantaloupe, can’t canticle, can’t cantilever,
Cantina, cantata, cantankerous, cannon,
Canape, canard, candelabra, can… can…,
Can I? Can I just do it? Can I do it all?
Can I ration my time to allow for my priorities?
Can I ask others to share the burdens?
Can I refuse this role of superwoman?
Can I just ‘say no?’ I can. I can just say no.
I can just say, “I’m out of the business of doing it all.”
I can take time for myself to breathe
And dream or just sit quietly.
And I will!