I’m gathering my things.
All my thoughts.
No one cares.
But I do.
My accomplishments go unnoticed.
To everyone.
But me.
My feelings aren’t important.
To anyone.
Except me.
I gave it all I had,
my husband,
my poor husband,
I wish he were here now to make it all ok again.
But he’s gone.
My children,
my babies,
their family is gone,
because I felt some chemistry
but that’s gone now too.
No one’s here.
Just me.
Me.
It’s all gone
so I’m on the move.
Thank God
I have me.
I trust me. I love me. I care about me.
Now I need to honor me.
And me only.
Thank you for me Dad.
I’ll honor me for you too.
~me
