We were both takers.
Fearful that we would not survive
with what little we had.
Fearful that what little we
could take from the other
would not be enough.
When we took from each
other we knew what was taken
was released grudgingly, unwillingly,
not laid down to the other.
So there was never any gratitude
for what was taken, nor gratitude
to be able to give to help
the other survive.
Giving and taking was never
going to be the answer for us.
It’s not the answer for anybody.
What we needed was giving and receiving.
Giving and receiving would have
allowed both of us to survive,
or one of us at least.
But now there is no us, for neither
of us have survived.
MDC 6/11/2020
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