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.

.Laura Curren.