Don't rush me.
Don't rush me. Don’t rush me. I am sick. I don’t move quickly As you do. Don’t rush me. I can not move easily As I once did. Don’t rush me. It makes breathing hard. Don’t rush me. I feel ashamed That I can not do easily All the things that I could once do At the drop of a hat. Don’t rush me. I feel your embarrassment At being seen with me. Don’t rush me. I feel trapped and alone. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ Sign in to see full entry.