Am I allowing you to steal my joy?
To steal my thoughts?
To steal the dreams and visions of fantasies of what love could be like?
Am I in a daily tug-of-war trying to retrieve back my warmth, my peace, my sanity, my hope... before it's gone?
Maybe I just foolishly gave my STUFF away?
And you just greedily, glutinously devoured my STUFF!!
But I have to hold on to ME, so that I will have a ME to give one day!
These men with their issues are taking my STUFF!!
These damn bills are takin' my STUFF!!
This stress is taking my STUFF!!
This year!!...
Death & Loss!!...
Grieving!!...
Unemployment!!...
Facing each heartbroken day...
It's all taking my damn STUFF!!
And I have a choice in what STUFF I decide to take from it
Like...
Strength, or Depression
Solitude, or Family & Friends
Tears, or Laughter & Smiles
Defeat, or Victory & Overcoming
Dark Days, or Opened Eyes
Pity & Resentment, or A Lesson of Growth
I decide!!!
WE decide which ones we want to take!!
If someone tries to take my STUFF again, I'm taking something of gain right back!
I like your poem. Soon as I take the time I need to write one too.
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