I lost myself to everyone else. The splitting of my breaking bones for the people pleasing, because of people pleading. I lost myself along the way of giving a shit what everyone else thought, down the path of caring too much, and dropped my spunk and spine somewhere on the sidewalk. It’s raining here now and the cats are snuggled up and it’s reminding me of what simplicity life is. Where I used to live, more at ease with the soft wind and the quiet nights. Now filled with saying yes to too many, and no to nothing. I lost my energy and my purpose, my passion and the urge to pursue anything of my own. I have given it away, with every bountiful gift to someone else. Making sure they’re happy, they’re seen, they’re fulfilled - so that I may come home .. wonder and wallow and wish that I had given myself half the chance.