What is the positive effect?
How does it make existence
any better, joyful, satisfying?
Trying to make sense of it,
the answers were too obvious, too sad
to think about; she had to focus
on the ways that others were
to some degree at least a little helped.
And for a time, and for the present,
it was meant to be, enough, the knowing
that her sacrifice gave happy
endings to their days, the little ways
she was the glue to hold them all
together, little things she did,
the big things when they'd let her.
It would not be, not always, thus.
It will not be thus, always, she would
tell herself. This too shall pass,
the circumstances changing, shifting
as the sands out in the desert
there beneath her feet, the hope
of an oasis somewhere in the
distance, some day,somehow,
the endless possibilities her
antidote to misery.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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