I once asked myself what my noblest quality might be.
The answer arrived quietly: I am someone safe to trust.
I am not the person who bends your weaknesses into weapons,
nor the one who waits for your missteps to hold them against you.
To those I love, my heart is their refugee: I am a place of rest:
Where they can be themselves; no chains, no heaviness, no invisible debt to carry.
I wish that everyone who has known me remains free —
unburdened, unowned, untouched by obligation. They don’t owe me anything for my love.
Free… even from me.

Metanoia