How many sunrises and sunsets have I seen in the air? How many did I miss on the ground?
No matter where I am or in which state of mind I am, the sun rises and sets stoically.
I’m a taker by birth and a giver by trade.
I like to give so that I get thanked, validation and self-worth.
I don’t know how. That’s all.
I’ve stood on the front line for so long that I am exhausted and feel like collapsing and pretending dead.
“What do you want?” I whimper.
“What are you doing here?” the voice tests me.
You see a fear; you see a goal.
For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Tantrum.