For what am I grateful?
She said — to her, but I heard it — “Some people would love to have to make that choice.”
Deflections followed, the necessary defense. Who would want their problems diminished? We are our problems. I am, I know.
They say you cannot prove a negative, but I am proof. I define myself by what I do not, say not, am not. Each day sears me with decisions that are not mine, but for which I am responsible.
It’s fair.
That’s life.
Accept.
Except…
I burden myself with the dreams of others, hoping they will help in return, but I am not the red hen and they are always welcome at my table. The bread is gone, and I feel guilty I did not make more.