I am not here to save others.
I am not the correction of their mistakes.
I am not the echo of their rage,
nor the dumping ground for their misery.
I am no longer a child.
I owe no one an explanation for my retreat.
I do not leave because I am too sensitive –
I leave because I am finally sensitive enough
to feel what does not serve me.
I may grieve what was never truly there.
I may mourn without going back.
I may hope without bending myself out of shape.
And maybe one day,
I will find a soul that mirrors my own.
But until then –
I live well.
With me. For me. As me.