When the gift strips away independence,
Makes you feel less like yourself;
You can become weighed down, unsettled.
Not intentionally of course, but yet
There are times kind acts ruse;
Hidden expectations cling, nip and sting.
The debt of gratitude or grace
Can become a burden of obligation,
Uncomfortably born from need, uncertainty, weakness.
The undertone may not be deliberate
But there it is, stilting conversation;
Altering the cadence of friendship, family.
And so you bide your time.
Nodding your acquiescence to the situation,
Until the opportunity arrives, is created.
The weighted gift returned – and now
Without a doubt, you can say
Yes, finally! That debt is paid.
* Photo credit to Natashi Jay
It’s been so long since I last published a post, I could actually hear my WordPress account creaking as I logged in and began typing.
It’s good to be back in the swing of things.
This Six Word Friday post is inspired by a bizarrely heavy play on the word “paid”. Head on over to Melissa Camara Wilkin’s blog to read how others have woven their own meanings into the word.