For most of my own life,
I put everyone first,
Leaving me always last.
Just saying, “I’m fine.”
Without even waiting,
A moment to finish,
What’s in my thoughts and say
Before they just moved on.
Yet, I listen to them,
Share their celebrations,
Offer empathy or
Be there in time of need.
No one reached out to me,
Extending an offer,
Relieving my burdens,
I carried over time.
I always simply said,
“Don’t worry about me.”
or sometimes replied,
“I am hanging in there.”
Chasing life’s fast pace,
No one hears my reply,
Or worse my words get lost,
In the surrounding noise.
I find solace alone,
Letting my mind be free,
From clutter and chaos,
To silence which hid noise.
I find my catharsis,
As I walk the forest’s path,
Seeing only darkness,
With trees drowning out light.
The dirt path carries tales,
Of journeys before me,
Yet, leaves whisper secrets,
As the wind hushes through.
Sharing secrets to life,
Left behind by others,
Trying to find answers,
To their own walked journeys.
I’m not alone feeling,
Others walked with this ache,
Only the forest knows,
All that’s been held within.
I am slowly learning,
Others don’t always care,
Tending to the fire,
Then protecting their flame.
For them life and their time,
Is all about their own,
Without carrying weight,
Of others in their space.
For the forest speaks last,
Sharing its last life’s lesson,
“Find your own happiness.”
And “Pass it on freely.”
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