When we speak
I listen mainly
Listen mainly to you
Don’t I?

I accept the pattern
Settled early with us
I am the audience
And you the star

But occasionally
Even the understudy
Has something, something
To say

When you cut me off
Mid sentence, look away
I’m left hanging
Always surprised

I still expect some generosity
Reciprocity, balance
After all this time
Even now

And I reflect
How strange it is
Those that speak most of sharing
Seldom do

And you’re riffing
On your own melody
The best I can do
All that is required

Is to sing along
Jilted harmony, second string
I’m not supposed to have
My own song.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Balancing

  1. annieb222 says:

    Ouch – I so know where that came form!

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