Self Healing

I would have done anything and everything for you. I would have stood by your side even when things get tough, you chose to push me away.

Me chasing and begging you was not weak, I saw something in you that you stopped seeing in yourself.

Unlike you, behind my words carries the weight of my intentions. Something money can’t buy.

It can’t buy my courage to make the first move to fly out see you.

It can’t buy the days I spent sewing your name onto something I made myself. Or the redness and soreness in my fingers folding hundreds pieces of paper into something for you.

It can’t buy my efforts to cook, hand delivering food to you interstate.

What have you got other than money, success and comfort. All I want is consistency. I see that in myself now, the consistency was me all along.