At the end of the day.
When the work is done.
When the house is quiet and the door closes.
Who am I?

I wake each morning and open the door.
A bright smile on my face.
The responsibilities laid out before me.

I pick them up.
Never missing a step.
Never losing site.

At the end of the day.
When they are laid quietly to rest.
When there are no more tasks.
Who am I?

They never see the mess beneath it all.
The tangled thoughts.
The sadness.

My days belong to them.
To the souls that need me.
I hold them up above me.

At the end of the day.
When there is no one but me.
Alone with just my soul to hear.

I leave the door open.