Checkered, polka-dot, plaid;
a pattern of familiarity
an alarming consistency of what’s next.
I once met someone who admitted to me
that he may never get married;
he didn’t think he could love anyone.
Instead of asking those big questions,
“When did you start thinking that?”
“Do you really believe it?”
I started thinking,
“I can change that,
I can make him love me.”
He just needed someone to talk to
someone to understand how
loneliness can eat away at you
like ants on a picnic blanket
This pattern of trying
to fit everything
into everything else,
that I had a place
in anything I deemed
needed fixing.
Not every statement needs a response
and not every time are you
that answer.
So very true, I think those of us who are natural helpers in the world want to fix everything and make everything better. Though in reality this not always necessary nor the answer.
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The thing I learned the most from it, was that he wasn’t looking for a solution or an answer. He just wanted to tell someone. And that in itself, is a response, I think, to just be heard. Thank you so much for your comment.
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Very true. We all need a nonjudgmental listening ear from time to time.
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“Not every statement needs a response
and not every time are you
that answer.” Well, if you’ve learned that this early, you’re ahead of the game for sure: sticking with it falls under Part 2: The Reckoning. Another winner to start Sunday with. All the best, Mark
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That you are right. Thanks for your support, Mark! Hopefully everyone takes away something from this.
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I know that fixer mentality. It’s my nature, too. And I may not be the answer. I may not need to say anything. In fact, silence is a great response – because I think you’re on to something when you recognize the hurt and just provide a compassionate ear.
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Exactly! Silence is an acceptance of yourself, and that not every quiet moment needs to be filled–just heard. Thank you so much for your comment!
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Elle, another great life poem and another winner. My son was like that he seemed to migrate to those that needed help or were weak and he always thought that he was the one to help them. Life is not always like that and we have to learn to take care of ourselves first. You’ve learned one of life’s lessons and because of that, you’re a better person. You’ll know how to help them when they need help. Like ants on a blanket, you’ll know what to do. Love the poem, Stan
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I hope your son has learned this too, that he isn’t–and doesn’t need to be–someone else’s answer. Thank you so much for your comment, Stan. You certainly have so much wisdom I can learn from.
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Hi Elle, Thank you for your kind words. Unfortunately, my son passed away in 2014 while riding an ATV. He was 53 years old and was doing what he wanted to do. It was a freak accident. Stan
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Profound last two lines. Sum up the poem perfectly.
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Oh, you are like me. Stop that behavior before you have people in your life that need you so much you can’t let them go because you think they can’t survive you. It’s not a fun place to be.
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Very pleasant words. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Can very much empathize with the guy.
This poem is well thought out and well written, love it.
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Oh yes, a hard lesson that I also learned! You are way ahead of me in figuring out these life lessons. And you broke it down perfectly ❤
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Yep. Lord! I wonder if all women have walked into that room thinking those thoughts. I know certainly did when I was younger. Love that You are the age You are and You have already reached the wisdom in Your last paragraph. Took me so much longer. You rock!!! Thank You. ❤️
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beautiful. Especially the last line summed it up.
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Long time elle,this is such great words with so much lesson…thanks for this
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Wow. That’s very deep.
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