She didn’t know what the hell went wrong….
It was the “he said, she said” thing rearing its ugly head
He said he was only trying to help; she tried to play along
But then she couldn’t take it any longer; she had to take a stand
Her line was drawn in the sand; she needed her space; things were too hot
But for him, this was never what he intended; this was not what he planned
Scratching his head and his heart breaking; he pulls back, recoiling from the assault
She focused on herself and the twelve steps with her sponsor and hung up on the first
Powerlessness, unmanageability, and surrender were heavily emphasized
How she gets into muck and stench of others’ garbage; the realization was like a cloudburst
Rain falling from the skies in a raging torrent – why was this such a surprise?
And with that realization, it was easy for her to let it all go….ALL
She focused on her life, one day at a time, one moment at a time, listened to her Higher Power
She had “lost” her Higher Power – not quite – she just didn’t recognize his voice
Meanwhile, without realizing it, she was seeing him at work on her desk in the bouquets of flowers
He was also in the minds, hearts, and souls of those around her…in their voices
Then came the one voice she had long forgotten about – the one inside her own heart
The little voice that told her what’s right, what’s wrong, what’s good, what to avoid
And that voice began to speak and it grew…louder….and louder in her heart
But what she didn’t realize was that there was a problem – one that she was trying to avoid
In the meantime, she gained a message from him – asking if life had gotten better
And that he was sorry for what he had said and done; he meant no harm
To her surprise, she was not angry, not upset; she welcomed the letter
But then came….a phone call; he wanted to hear her….it disarmed her with his charm
No arguments, no “he said, she said” garbage and it was definitely better
His final words to her? “I love you” said as if he wouldn’t hear from her again
She responded in kind and to her surprise, she meant it; the problem? He’s with another.
She called her sponsor immediately – pure program – and relayed all to rebalance again
But then the next day began and for her, it all started off wrong, all wrong
One problem solved and another one appeared; that one solved another one came
Finally, she had to take a stand; a painful one and didn’t feel good about this game
She reported it out but still her “little voice” told her more was wrong than before
An acknowledgment from her CEO for her hard work…but that little voice was now screaming
Oh, something was definitely wrong….
She left but her heart was aching; her mind was filled with worry, she saw her past
A past filled with criticisms for not getting along with others; she feeling like an outcast
She called her sponsor and she only added to that pain, suffering, and worry
The one who called her “his best friend” was nowhere to be found….he understood
But he was busy; she couldn’t intrude. Not for her trivial concerns laced in a story
As the afternoon grew into evening, the emotions grew and she was wishing for attention
A hug, reassurance, words of comfort that she had done nothing wrong. Or, was that the issue?
Among the arguments was that she was in the wrong place; she was second-guessing herself
She steadfastly refused to consider this possibility….until now. He may have been right.
But she had nowhere to go; she was alone. No one to hold her, to tell her she was alright
No one to reassure her, to comfort her – she took that leap out on her own; she must face herself
And this night, tears will fall….and she will be alone reaching out for her higher power
With a box of tissues, hoping he’ll hear her….
