An undernourished well receives no sympathy,
Once used, or unreplenished they leave me to nature;
Suddenly I am now a landmark of where others used me,
And then deserted me, once I was spent.
Yet, I am not done, but rather waiting,
Until I can be of service again.
Stressed out again.
Falling behind on deadlines;
Too many commitments,
Family needs to see you and time is limited.
Time to break out of the straight-jacket I knitted myself into.
And turn to others, to fulfill our need for love.