Blue Collar

Give me the working man, battle worn and weary
Grease stained with sweat and furrowed brow.
Bring me your tired bones, lay them,
Creaking next to mine and let me warm you again.
You are the ones who start the world each day,
And work while it sleeps soundly each night.
Building, protecting.
You can keep your white-collared gentleman.
I’ll take the dirt and grime
The worn our boots
And dirty floors
And the rough hands in my hair
When he’s finally home to kiss me again.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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