Are we allowed to be human too?
There is a bittersweet taste in hard work,
when it costs you something to see it through.
It is a taste that feeds a memory,
of things you never got to do.
They say it gets easier,
when you are doing something you love.
But what if your heart is torn,
and it's broken more times than just in two?
Between peoples, place and things,
when it is for their sake you work so hard,
where, when, how and why do you draw a line,
and learn that you have the permission, to stop?
poem by Mandy Lee
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