There’s nothing you can do.
Rather,
there’s nothing you will do.
I’ll get better
on my own
without your help
or kindnesses
or interference.

I will heal
and rise above this
and it will be something I do alone
like so many other things
from now on.
I will grow
and become bigger
and harder
than this little catastrophe before me.

I shall overcome
someday
and will look back on this
and laugh.
I’ll be laughing at you,
I think,
and how
much it seemed to mean at the time
but how little it affected things
in the long run.

It will be a long run
until I reach that future
but I’ll get there
on my own
without you.