One of the muddiest and most disputed boundaries is the
line between your responsibility for my feelings
and mine. “No one can make you feel anything” and
“There is no safety without accountability.” Huh?
I know that I am responsible for my happiness.
And that I love when you “make” me happy.
Sadness is a harder pie to slice. Anger, the hardest —
no one wants to claim their piece.
I fear I am lost in semantics.
I treasure that sometimes, words are a way out.
“Name it to tame it,” Dan Siegel says.
Our feelings flare, burn, glow, cool.
We poke at the ashes, curious and gentle.
What was here?
