You said I was kind
As I gave him a few coins on the way to lunch.
You said I was generous
Because I bought him coffee on a cold day.
But I’m not that kind.
I’m just on a thin ledge between his world and mine
Too aware I could lose it all today
The anxiety and depression could take it all away.
So believe me
That when I give
I also take.
I take away the hope.
That one day if I’m sitting where he is
Shivering in my dark world.
A hand might reach out to me.
And that hand might be yours
But it will also be mine.