My background’s back there.
And, to my future, hear this:
The present’s what’s mine!
I cannot care, Love
Color Me cruel, and recall
You wished my demise
I counted twelve notes
I thought of honest fingers
I was Endless Love
And shame kept you
These green eyes
Left alone
So alone
These long days
And silence stole you
These aching arms
Holding on
Holding nothingness
These words failed
And shame kept you
We’re together now,
Me & Me. A sisterhood.
I celebrate this.
A shapeshifter no
Change for their crazed, changing minds
I can not, will not
Mission accepted
To lead, to love, and to serve
No option, no choice
Here is morningtime!
Tho’ dark and windless, it seems
I find renewed peace!
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
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