Total Compassion Fatigue
Total Compassion Fatigue. You are crooning my song.
It is sad and weary and irritating, so help me along….
All the compassion I have left I am saving now for me
I am tired of trying to help non-thinkers from sea to shining sea.
I nurture myself now, from day through noon and beyond.
Playing with my paint, writing poetry with my own magic wand.
I used to care about others, but it got me nowhere.
Landed me in Covid19 land, where so many don’t care
Why should I wear a mask? My own sister says. It takes away my rights.
But what about the rights of others? I ask. But she does not have the brights.
Two thousand and twenty started out hellish for us both any way.
We lost our mother to cancer, which is a horrible, slow, sluggish, mean way.
I was wiped of compassion, had none left for the rest of you
Then this virus came along, and it seems much worse than the flu
I was thrown out of my office, into a house with a mad man I married.
He is used to his own space, so we have both suffered, harried.
Total Compassion Fatigue. You are crooning my song.
It is sad and weary and irritating, so help me along….
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