Dialoguing With Other

I offer Rage a chair
invite a conversation

She rants about childhood
and neglect, powerlessness
in the face of abuse

And I nod and remember,
suggest she’s also feeling grief

And she talks about crying
alone, no one caring, and how
I don’t let her cry anymore

I put up walls, I agree,
and ask how I can help

Stop leaving me out, she says
touting her values, and learn
to be more assertive

She says she feels abandoned
to which I reply that feelings
and reality are not the same

The conversation tires me
we’ve been around and around
the subject before…

And then I realize, I do need her
and venture to ask for forgiveness
I’ve screwed so many things up

Admitting you’re not perfect,
she smiles, definitely helps
besides…together we make ‘me’.

(Written for VJ’s Weekly Challenge: the other side. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

34 thoughts on “Dialoguing With Other”

  10. Love this write! Your expression of the two sides of oneself having a dialogue is so relatable. I like how you come around to the whole “me”, acceptance of oneself…ending has me nodding, yes!

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