I have some questions

Where was the commotion
for my pain?
When I was in danger,
where was the gathering
of family
or friends
or loved ones?
When I was missing,
where were the people
out looking for me?

Was I not a topic discussed?
Did you not fret?

Because I hear you now.
I see the gathering
for others.
I listen to you stressing.
Where was the stress for me?

Why in the depths of my troubles
did they all disappear?
Why am I being asked
to participate in your worry
now? Now?
When I cried alone,
Nearly died alone.
Picked myself up alone.

After climbing my own way
out of the depths,
clawing and clinging to branches
and rock. Falling
back with any slip of my fingers.
After that, with my feet on the
ground,
I see you
throwing ladder and ropes
to those sitting already
with family
with friends
with loved ones

— just in case.

“Wait, where are you going?”

written June 2022