In each of us is a group of teamsters who’s job it is to fix the damage we do to ourselves.
From behind the scenes, they fix the sheet rock around our hearts. They scrape the fear from our foundations. They lay the pipes that make the self-deception flow to where we need it. They’re the reason we wake up feeling differently than when went to sleep. It’s their tireless efforts that keep the whole operation going.
This poem is dedicated to the unsung heroes that live in our subconscious. May we ease their burden. May we give them less and less to do as we grow older.