All I wanted
was a reassuring breath
across my shoulders while I slept.
But I hadn’t become my own person yet.
Wanting someone else to show me who I am
is like me telling you who I am;
my words aren’t real
unless you feel them.
I can keep asking for somebody.
I can keep stepping in shallow
until I meet my own depths.
This won’t change
if I sit in the same place & wait.
This won't change until I offer what I ask for.