Of all the beings
I was last on the list.
Someplace after the cat
Or maybe even the hamster.
Certainly, the children came first.
They always will.
Life — suckingly sweet and beautiful —
Creations of your very heart
And then the man.
The J.O.B — the patients
The bosses, the co-workers
The friends and family
Oh My God — this list is endless.
But no wait — there is an end.
And at the end was a single name.
Always last to be cared for
To be comforted
To be fed
To be loved.
Sometime after the kids grew up
The divorce came through
I deleted name after name on That Fucking List
And noticed the subtle shift.
My name rose slowly to the top.
At long last — I understood.
I’m the only one who can love me back to wholeness.
Back to My Real Self.
Just like that — I opened My Arms and welcomed Me home
In response to anna breslin’s Love Yourself poetry prompt. Because she completely nailed it. We need more love and we need to give it to ourselves.