Dads eyes are tear filled again.
Mom is giving him space, pretending it isn't happening.
Grandma's in the hospital.
My chest feels like I'm wearing a too tight life vest.
The worries and empathy cloud my mind.
Why is everyone hurting all the time?
Why can't I fix everything? Where's my magic screw driver.
In all my years on the earth, no ones ever told me how to make this all better.
What will truly happen if grandma passes?
The tears will finally spill out of dads eyes and I can't hug him and make him smile then.
Not even if I tried.
Anxiety squeezes my gut and I pace.
Jesus please just let them be okay, and feel better.
I plead to my walls and shed my own tears for the pain of my family.
The only cure is time, and I have come to realize that time is no ones friend.