Put your back into it, I keep telling myself.
Some people hurt us and know it will hurt
some people hurt us and have no idea of the pain they cause.
With the first, the sadness is dulled by the anger
with the second, the sadness is amplified by the unknowing.
Just put your back into it, hide the tears with sweat.
I work like a dog, but fail to rest like one.
I don't work out of love for the work anymore,
and I don't work out of duty to anyone but myself.
The disappointment, though, is heavy on my shoulders
and the load lessens the more I avoid it, for now.
Put your back into it?
I'm not sure how much it works anymore.
My mind says, flow with the seasons.
Hard times, unexpected events will pass.
They come and they go.
Carry grace for yourself and for others.
Be kind to yourself and love yourself.
Choose to see the beauty and adventure in life.
Put your back into it, don't let them know it hurts.
I'm cheery and friendly, or at least I try.
I say I'm good, like we all do.
They say no one wants to hear about your dreams,
they really want to hear nothing of your sadness.
Hell, I'm sick of hearing my own bitter news.
Inside is all rage and hell-fire, though.
Put your back into, might as well at this point.
The will to live and to live happily
is all I've got left these days.
Friendship, thoughts of the future,
giving anything wears me down, threadbare.
My inner strength is shallow, uprooted.
Put your back into, it'll get easier after this.
Stay present. Hoe what's in front of you
and don't dare to look at the rest of the field.
Be grateful for seasons and for what you have.
Breathe in and out.
The old adages get us through.
