Crying on 70 westbound

I waited

I waited 

6 hours to cry.  

I could not 

Do it at work.  

So I smiled 

And pretended

To care about 

Others.  

But selfishly 

I am thinking 

About me.

All I do here

At times is 

Exhausting.

Really no thanks

Is given

Just the 

Expectation of 

Giving everything 

I have and getting 

Nothing

Nothing 

In return. 

As I was handed 

The paper 

And told all

The things 

I could do better 

It hurt.

Not because 

I think I am

Perfect 

Not because 

I don't want 

To do better.

Because the things 

That were said

Were not true.  

But knowing 

The politics 

I smile 

I nod 

I agree.

So here I am

A woman

Who gives too much 

And is exhausted.

So I cried. 

I cried all

47 miles 

Home. 

The wind 

Whispers in 

My ears.   

I let the disappointment 

Out. 

I wish 

I wish 

All I can do 

At this

Moment is 

Cry on my trip

Home on 

Westbound 70.

Cry 

And 

Pray for 

Some guidance.

In a new 

Direction.