Less Than

Less Than She was living in a puddle of poor decisions, Soiled in messy outcomes Her downtrodden steps shuffling path of humiliation, embarrassment, self-loathing. For a long time, I joined her there, Under her blanket of shame (As if for lunch, at a cafe) I even took it upon my arrogant self to define her existence: ‘Less than’ less than~ someone who had made better choices, worked harder ... or differently, less than~ someone who planned more thoroughly, spent more frugally ... sacrificed more. I made myself comfortable in that place, settled in for the long haul, wallowing in her pity with her. Playing the part of gravity, I held her there Making her believe what I did... That she was, indeed, ‘less than’ To be continued...