I cant help but wonder what your private
conversations were with your
right hand covering the side of your face and
your eyes glaring at the side of the room.
It is only your power in what words come
out of your own mouth.
My mouth was open far too much as well as
my stories and mind and heart as well.
I said random things according to you all,
how could you pass up an opportunity to learn
something new?
A picture is worth a thousand words,
a picture is worth a million when one is cut out.
I cut myself out,
I stopped arriving to your demand,
and the one day I was walking alone,
I saw two of you and you said,
“Nora, we haven’t seen you in like,
a week.”
The stunned expressions, the fact you actually
stopped your steps
to acknowledge
I was
there.
You could have seen a broken heart and
a binge eating princess if I had remained in my
seat at our table at five o clock.
It takes space to understand the need of others,
and it takes space to understand the fact we sometimes
don’t need others.
Not every group can become “family” too soon.
I said the F-word,
and you all said
good bye,
but if it is the behavior that matters,
the lashing, scolding, and condescending addresses
was your way of being bigger.
Never thought I would grow by walking alone.
*******,
now there’s the F-Word I needed to say
all along.