Sorry, I’m Leaking

 

Sorry, I’m Leaking

Sorry, I’m leaking—
not water, but feelings
I can no longer hold on my own.

I need a place to vent,
not to put life on trial,
just to set down the weight
that’s been piling in my chest.

My heart is heavy,
like a bag filled with small stones:
hopes, disappointments, delayed prayers.
So much inside,
so much to carry.

One of them is this—
they received help,
and I did not.
That pain arrived quietly,
piercing without a sound.

God,
I’m ashamed to admit it,
but envy is here.
Not because I want what is theirs,
only because I, too, want to feel supported.

Please help me,
erase this envy
that eats away at my peace,
replace it with space and grace.

Let me stand without comparing,
breathe without counting my lack.
Let me be in peace—
just calm enough,
just whole enough,
just allowed to be me.