Staying Down

I’ve recently been spending time among
acquaintances who aren’t doing well.
I’m sorry, but I try to hold my tongue,
show sympathy, and don’t attempt to tell
them they could stretch their necks and breathe a spell
of self-esteem and -care that’s nourishing.
I’ve seen their empty nods; I won’t hard-sell.
I’ll tend in silence to my flourishing.

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