Space
I had been fighting, correcting, mediating, talking, and over-explaining. Moving towards them, running or crawling, Either way, I kept moving towards them. When the distance between the two got larger, My efforts became bigger. Now When distance appears, I am letting the other fill in, Holding myself back if they don't. Dear, you don't have to be the doer, just because you can. Darling, there are two of you Then how do you end up "fixing" things all alone. Embracing silence and answering short. Witnessing the gaps, I had long been overcompensating. Holding my aching heart before making life easier for another. My inner child is happier when I do so. Dearest little one, You won't fail , If you don't settle everything fair and square.