Dear Woman Who Took Care of Everyone Except Herself

On the exhaustion no one named, and the body that finally had to say it out loud

I see you. Not the version you present at 7am when you get everyone else ready. Not the version that answers emails at 10pm because something has to get done. I mean the version of you that sits in the car for four extra minutes before walking inside. The one who cries in the shower because it is the only place no one will ask you anything.

I know that version well.