It’s over.
We found out today that the school is closing. The girls’ last day is August 8 and my last day of work is a week later.
I feel so much right now I can’t say I even know what I feel. It is as if I took all the colors of a paint kit and dumped them in a bucket. The resulting color is the best representation of my current feelings; muddled, disgusting, and useless yet still unable to be ignored.
I am Jack's Raincloud
Frustration is the respect I lack.
Frustration is the pain radiating down my back.
Frustration is my churning mind.
Frustration is the love I cannot find.
Frustration is my empty account.
Frustration is my debt amount.
Frustration is the disdain I receive.
Frustration is the dream I believe.
Frustration is the clothes I wear.
Frustration is my damaged hair.
Frustration is my acned cheeks.
Frustration is the long hard weeks.
Frustration is telling me how to be.
Frustration is standing up for me.
Frustration is rejection from success.
Frustration is tenacious unrest.
Frustration is just life to me.
Frustration is who I am, just me.
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