You were all alone. Yet you did not notice me.
I waited for your closed eyes to open, wondering how you can sit still for so long.
Do you have nothing else to do?
So, is this what staying busy means to you?
I don’t see you on social media these days. Why?
Why are you always so busy that you cannot even attend the kitty parties?
Are you becoming an introvert?
People are saying you are hiding something.
The kind of things you do are a waste of time.
You are really selfish.
You will regret not staying in touch with the outer world.”
Coping with the loss of a friendship that becomes toxic can leave us feeling lost, alone, and confused.
In my case I felt the same too. Being blamed that I rest sometimes instead of being accessible to them, not understanding my busy (inner and outer) life, was not easy. Being a therapist myself did not help in avoiding the pain of feeling misunderstood and abandoned. Instead, it helped in processing the loss, reflecting the emotions, and finding creative solutions to move on. Here is my poem:
Yes, I Am Busy.
I am busy hugging the trees.
I am busy caressing the back of leaves.
I am busy weaving flowers in my hair.
I am busy walking free with feet bare.
I am busy befriending butterflies.
I am busy guiding my soul to light.
I am busy singing with my feathered friends.
I am busy taking deeper breaths.
I am busy knitting serenity.
I am busy sipping beauty.
I am busy dissolving and forming in that river.
I am busy watching clouds quiver.
I am busy taking more chances.
I am busy dancing more dances.
I am busy repairing my emotions.
I am busy channelling my inner Venus.
I am busy stitching my torn heart.
I am busy rebirthing my withered parts.
I am busy quieting chaos.
I am busy pearling my tear-drops.
I am busy holding on through the downpour.
I am busy finding way in the unknown.
I am busy savouring my Yutori slices.
I am busy pausing where peace suffices.
I am busy stirring light in a pot of hopes.
I am busy cooking rainbows.
I am busy creating prayer flags.
I am busy frilling cracks.
I am busy crowning my head with nests.
I am busy beading authentic moments.
Yes, I am this kind of busy.
And this matters.