A Piece of Me (spoken word)

A Piece of Me

Sometimes it feels
Like everyone wants a piece of me
Shaken like a dog’s bone
Knawed raw
A dried up orange
Stale and weary
I have no more to give
Squeeze out the last drops
Never enough
Never satisfied
A never ending game of ping pong
And I’m the ball
Just want to be alone
Run away with butterflies
On a Spring morning

Why must I always be on call?
Why must I be the referee?
Then in the blame game
It is my name
On the card
Family dynamics
Too dynamic for me
I want a piece of me
For myself

The weight of needs is crushing
I’m not a one-stop-shop
Mediate, negotiate
Consulate, try not to retaliate,
Like a carton under tyre
Too high a
Pressure
Makes me pop
And then you say
What’s up
With you?
You’re wound too tight
You have a problem
Yeah I do
It’s you

© Janey Colbourne 2017

Listen

If my wounds

are the source
of my greatest power,
then my gift is the gift of insight.

I am gifted with knowledge
of how it feels to be old,
while I am still young.

I could sink into despair,
frustration and bitterness,
or I could flip the coin

and use this experience
to expand my compassion,
to share that knowledge,

my understanding.
Patience is the lesson
that comes from pain;

and courage of heart.
True strength is not
what you think.

I say to the young,
when you are old
you will know

why I do as I do,
for now you can only
imagine

and listen,

most of all, listen.

© Janey Colbourne 2017