It rings and rings and rings
And I don’t answer
I don’t answer
Each ring is a reminder
Of someone wanting something
Always wanting something
When I have nothing
Nothing for myself
I dug so deep
It’s my hole to fill
Even those offers of help
Are wanting something from me
That I can’t give
Can’t give
Until I fill myself back up
On my own time
So please don’t want anything from me
Until I have something to give again

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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