Somebody is always trying
to give me something.
A gift wrapped in bitterness,
a box full of lunacy,
a package of somebody else’s
troubled mind
with my name written on it.
Sometimes they hand it to me
with a smile.
Sometimes they throw it at me.
Sometimes they call it perception.
I’ve taken a lot of gifts
I never asked for.
Drama, resentment, chaos,
other people’s expectations
tied up with a pretty bow.
I took the gifts, hoping for
the best. But maybe I was just
accepting deliveries
that weren’t mine.
My sponsor asked me a question.
If somebody gives you a gift
and you don’t accept it,
whose is it?
I said, not mine.
He said, exactly.
So maybe that’s the trick.
Somebody wants me to carry
their resentment across town
and bring it into my house.
No thanks.
Powerfully penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with outstanding storytelling my friend. Clever wordplay throughout this one. I can relate. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks, I appreciate you.
This right here is a perfect expression of boundaries. Taking on the chaos of others can be exhausting. Hell, dealing with our own chaos is exhausting.
Thank you so much, Willow.