Tables Have Turned

My wish today is not for something material

Whatever can be bought and within reach

I already have or feel I don’t need

I want what I can’t buy

All that that seems out of reach

Not within my power to obtain

Without the games

Without the masks

Underneath all the possible reasons

Cutting through some tired excuses

Am I being too needy?

Too sensitive?

To want to be thought of

Why do I only strike a response?

If I say or do something cutting or controversial?

I once thought that me casting a net out to find human kindness

Colored me as lonely and desperate

Now the tables have turned

It doesn’t throw shadow or color on me

It high lights the caliber of people who thought

Were my friends