A Shoulder to Cry On
I always thought I needed one, but now I realize, I don't.
I thought I needed you to support me, listen to me, help me, comfort me when I was down, but now I realize, I don't.
Not like I need sunshine or sleep or food.
Not like I need to spend a certain amount of time every week on my work. And my blog.
Not like I need exercise or time spent in meditation or prayer.
Not like I need to go to church on Sundays.
Not like I need to know that, however bad it gets in my head, I can sit with it.
Did you want me to need you? Or did you simply enjoy the feeling of being needed without having to respond?
It's okay, I'm a big girl now.
The falcon has taken wing.
I thought I needed you to support me, listen to me, help me, comfort me when I was down, but now I realize, I don't.
Not like I need sunshine or sleep or food.
Not like I need to spend a certain amount of time every week on my work. And my blog.
Not like I need exercise or time spent in meditation or prayer.
Not like I need to go to church on Sundays.
Not like I need to know that, however bad it gets in my head, I can sit with it.
Did you want me to need you? Or did you simply enjoy the feeling of being needed without having to respond?
It's okay, I'm a big girl now.
The falcon has taken wing.
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