A reminder to myself

I can't imagine what it's like to have no one care
to yell and scream and have no one there.
All too often I am overwhelmed
by love and comfort that I cannot bear.

I did not ask for this.
Do I want it? Maybe.
Is it worth the anguish?
Maybe not.

Take it and be grateful.
Swallow, don't spit.
And when they ask you how you do it
tell them you're full of shit.

You do not deserve this.
Nobody does, not really.
But you have it, so now what?
Are you open or are you shut?
Will you share it or keep it to yourself?
Will you play or stay on the shelf?

​It might get dirty
it's ok
we're all made of dust anyway.