It's been dawning on me
a fact
sharp and clear in the
mistiness
of how everything is
different now,
that no-one needs me.
Not a husband
to hold
in the
dark
or
a soft furry
creature
with hungry
eyes
to feed.
Or a parent
or a child.
A friend
or a
stranger.
I don't mean I'm not
loved
or appreciated
or that
I wouldn't be missed
or anything like that.
Just that
no one is
depending on me
to be there.
So that I must
keep my word
to them.
So that I must
rise
every morning
to feel
it's
worth
it.
Because no-one else
but me
would do.
Like I used
to feel.
But,
my friend says,
You
need
you.
When I think about that
I imagine
the
neglected
little girl
inside me.
The one with
the hungry eyes
who
craves
attention and
time and
love.
And then I see
that I am
the only one
who can
give
it to her.
Wholeheartedly.
Not to do so
would be to
abandon
her.
She has waited long enough.
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