When the Blame is Gone
What will I do?
When the blame is gone.
And there is no more anger.
Who will I be?
When I am no longer the victim.
And I have no validation to seek.
Who will listen?
When the drama is over.
And I have no story to tell.
Who will pick me?
When I turn towards love.
And away from exclusivity.
Where will I go?
When they choose him.
And I am alone.
How will I walk tall?
When there are no eggshells underfoot.
And no need to tiptoe.
How will I move forward?
When my new perspective is glaring.
And humbling.
Who will I become?
When all I have is my humility.
And my empathy.
How will I be happy?
When I have no one to blame.
But myself.
Love this. I can relate all too well!