You found me tacked to a wall,
half a shadow
pretending to smile,
still tearing chunks off myself
for someone else’s benefit.
Everything I was, I wanted
shivering, wasted,
pushed back for other’s things.
You were the first to ask for nothing.
You did not need a shoulder,
a listener,
or scaffolding for your spine.
You were solid
and generous.
I learnt that I could unpin myself,
trust you to catch the pieces as they fell,
be a little more selfish
and focus on the storm clouds
I realised I’d been lost in.
You showed me love
unconditional.
A quick write for the daily post prompt: Generous It sort of follows on from my poem Pieces Of You.
Very beautifully penned carol 🙂
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