The sun shines
But it is cold and dark
Are you okay?
I do not want to be here
I do not want you to see me
To endure this
I say, I will be okay
And hope it is true
I am more than this
But the dark is part of me
I smile and post a picture
Not my circus, not my monkeys
Rhonda reflects on the many ways she has taken on responsibility that never belonged to her.
