Essential Time

My time is given for others even though I’m able to make a buck in this uncertain juncture.

My gloves are on, but I don’t have to go to the ring.

While I may have looked down on one occupation, I found some importance even when I wanted to do something else.

My health is on the line each time I walk through the door to help.

The diligence becomes greater as my creative works are harder to reach.

Maybe I should’ve canceled that challenge to write even if I have more reason to stay at home when I’m not on the clock at one place.

I’m glad I’m considered useful, but I wonder what the new normal would look like.

Reki

I was looked up to by so many in the community
The de facto leader of sorts for them
I was there to show them the way and to learn about the town
After so many hours of being in front of others
I had to retreat to my studio

With canvases, brushes, and paint
I had to express myself when I wasn’t around the rest
While I was seen as the big sibling around
I felt so insecure
Like I was constantly being stepped on
Or having a train racing through my direction

Was I truly ready for flight no matter how small my charcoal feathered wings were?
I hated to admit this, but I needed to be rescued