“Maybe It’s Not About Me”

Where we’ve all been told at one time or another that “maybe it just isn’t about you” or, we might even have said the same words to ourselves. There might be something in the following poem that you may recognize within yourselves – whatever season of life you may be in.

As a small child plays all alone,
Just as quiet as she possibly can be.
Her relatives converse all around her,
Bouncing other little ones on their knee.
And she thinks, “Maybe it’s not about me.”

A young girl sits so quietly in class
While all other students giggle with glee.
She watches her teacher as time does slowly pass,
Who talks with the others so abundantly and free.
And she thinks, “Maybe it’s not about me.”

A young woman comes in with trepidation & fear;
Wanting nothing more than to hide or to flee.
She hears the whispers and turns away with a tear;
Do they not listen? Do they not see?
But then she thinks, “Maybe it’s not about me.”

A middle-aged woman sits so silent, so still;
In a room full of strangers, with her eyes she does plea.
Do they not see her? The sadness within her does fill;
Surrounded by people – are they really her family?
And still she thinks, “Maybe it’s not about me.”

An old woman rocks back and forth with a sigh;
Looking back over moments as she drinks a cup of tea.
A realization dawns, now that the end is ‘nigh:
“How could I not know? How could I not see?”
“All that had happened – yes, it really WAS about me!”

So come to the Father; it’s never too late.
You can unburden all, you can set yourself free.
All the pain and the heartache and yes, even the hate;
You can let it all go, you can let it all be.
And Jesus will say, “YES, IT’S ALL ABOUT ME!”

written by Ingrid Ewikowski
January 23, 2020

Until next time,
Inge