Ego – an Overreaction

I cannot write a poem
for your wedding
and I’m dreading
the point at which
I’ll have to ditch
the spiel
about being honoured
and admit
I’m feeling bothered
by the whole damn thing.

It’s not that I don’t care;

I do.

But I’m not yet ready to share
and square
my words with you,
who, so quick to ask for
a poem of your own,
never asked to be shown
of my previous writing.

I have written poems for you.

The two of you,
who stick like glue
and live together in
your perfect love story.

I think you’d like to see them

and smile when they touch
on touching knowing,
tenderly showing
my love for you both.

But I can’t.

I won’t share my written soul
with one who reads
only to find herself.

I must not write
for your approval,
to earn validation
through my self-removal
from these poems that
were never
about you.

So please ask me
about my writing
and I’ll
delight in
the chance to
show you
the innermost workings
of my soul
but let that insight
be your goal.
And then,
you’ll know enough
to see
your self
reflected back at you,
through the story
of one who loves you.

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