A Debt Of Gratitude

I hate to owe someone.

Especially money.

That’s why I don’t.

But I am owed.

And I don’t like that either.

It eats at me like the cancer I had.

I ate it back.

But not the debt.

It still grinds away at my heart.

Biting it piece by piece.

How it aches with whys.

How my silence eggs it on.

It doesn’t seem to bother the others.

To owe.

Why borrow?

If there is no intention of repayment.

Especially from a friend.

Just ask for it.

What you really want.

Then the giver can give.

Or not.

And not hold the waiting.

In their disolving heart.

I pay the price.

Not the borrower.

Clearly.

Still…I am glad I can.

Give.

What a blessing.

— Trish