The Bigger Person
I think it’s time
For a change, don’t you?
I’ve been taking for
Too long.
It’s time for me to give.
Can I be the person
For you
That you were
For me?
Can I be your
Shoulder to cry on?
Person to talk to?
A safe place?
I want to care for you
The way you showed me.
If that means being the
Bigger person,
The mamma,
Older?
I don’t mind.
On the contrary-
I want that chance.
To not think about myself
For once.
Because maybe
I was made
To help.
If I can’t help myself,
So be it.
If I can help you,
Hold you,
Care for you,
Will you give
Me that chance?
I understand,
Trusting is hard.
It can hurt.
But healing is a cost.
It can be painful.
But in the end, isn’t it
Worth the pain?
You don’t have
To say yes.
Things can stay how
They are, and maybe
Continue to
Get better.
But, my mindset has
Changed.
I’m going to try
And be the bigger person
Sometimes.
Not all the time-
Nobody can keep that
Up forever.
They weren’t meant to.
Life is a burden.
There are joys in
The world,
And also sorrows.
Both to numerous
To count.
But everyone still
Needs that older
Person
Sometimes.
My life is a book.
Sorrow is spread across
Paragraphs.
Joy is in the margins.
It’s small, yet still there.
This book of my life
Is held and balanced
By many hands.
Your hands are there.
My family’s.
Other friends.
The point is,
Everyone has people
Helping to hold
Their book.
Their life.
I myself
Am helping to hold
Many books.
The more I hold,
The better I learn to hold
My own book.
The bigger my impact is.
I want to change
The world.
Will you let me
Hold a part of your book?
A part of who you
Really are?
~ Stick 5-10-24