Cancelling the disappearing act
Show's over
I’ve needed support lately.
I can be staunchly independent.
Especially when things get hard.
When I get low.
It often feels easier to disappear.
Ignore calls.
Leave texts on read.
Cancel plans and rot in bed.
I love to be alone.
Just me and a notebook.
Pen in hand.
In nature, communing with god.
This serves me, in ways.
And also leaves me lonely.
Wondering where everyone is.
Reality check, they are right there.
I sit alone.
Like a houseplant, drooping.
Begging for water.
While my loved ones blindly wait.
Watering cans in hand.
For me to let them in.
I’ve needed support lately.
And I’ve actively been reaching for it.
What I’ve found is.
That I am loved beyond what I could ever imagine.
I am so blessed
To have people who I can call
On a whim
With tears in my eyes
To complain about the trivial
The difficulties of life
Friends who love me
And will hold me through the night
So grateful I am
For the rest of my life
Talk soon x