What did I ask of you?
Any of you?
When I went through my dark night of the soul?
Did I ask you to listen?
While I vented and railed?
Did I ask you to fix me?
Did I ask you for anything?
…Anything at all?
Even though you looked at my pain,
Just the surface of it,
And made your judgements.
Even though you projected your hang-ups onto me.
Even though you attached your own narratives.
Even though you wrote yourself…right over my silence.
You didn’t think I’d feel it?
After I supported you, through your darkest hour.
After I cheered for you, unconditionally.
Is that what you want to hear me say?
Sorry I was broken for a while.
Sorry I disappeared for a bit.
Sorry I changed.
I found a place where it was safe to not be okay.
Cause it wasn’t with you.
…Any of you.
So I gave it to myself.
I asked nothing of you.
Things I’ve freely given.
This is who I am now.
I’m better for this journey.
If you don’t like it?
And I owe you nothing.
Image Credit: Yossi Kotler (Etsy art)