Oceans In My Mind

Essential

I was told my job wasn't worth anything.
That my work was lowest of the low.
That I would never amount to anything more then a 0.

Yet here you are.
Thanking me for my service.
Saying I'm an Essential Worker.

I'm on the frontline.
In the crossfire of this pandemic.
And now I matter when I didn't before.

That the thought of losing me to an illness suddenly makes me valuable.
Incredible.
One switch gets flipped and suddenly I'm important.

Maybe this will open peoples eyes.
Letting them know not to be rude to gas attendants, fast food workers, retail managers.
The list continues.

As does this pandemic.
This time of Essential needs.
Essentially.