if only I could learn not to care.
how much easier
my life would be.
not to be so moved, affected, hurt
by the things of this world.
all the tears I could have saved, the heartaches I could have avoided…
the brokenness that would have remained
perfect, flawless, smooth and cold to the touch.
I was ever the good student.
hands folded, sitting straight
up in my chair.
eager and ready for pet status.
a’s and b’s were achieved, tests aced, and yet
this subject…
this feeling of not caring has not been mastered
to this day.
praise be to God for my failing grade.
smileyhappysarah, 10-14-17
