Facit

I began life in aloneness.
They made room for me
On their terms.
I so longed to be wanted
Not knowing
that their acceptance
Came with a price
To be paid in service
And subservience
To the one who granted
a sense of inclusion
I fell prey to the illusion

Again and again
That my role was meaningful
Not knowing that
Again and again
I had let my true Self be subsumed
To the other’s singular intentions.

Now I am old
And again living in aloneness.
As my strength wanes
And time grows short
I wonder
Will I ever be granted the gift
Of truly being equal
In the embrace of a loving union?
Or will it remain a mirage?