Until - Then
Is it a curse, or is it a blessing? The way we look, and the way we’re dressing.
Do they love us, or do they hate us? Dislike us? Maybe - I mean– I’m just
Asking
They come, they’re in a while, they come they’re in, expecting smiles.
Too much they want, much more they need. We over look much– it
Feed’s– their– greed.
It seemed innocent enough– the way it began, you let it go on so long and
Now it won’t end– the bumps– the thumps– the noise so loud, do they hear?
Do they care? Sometimes I wonder, but it’s not on them, this– is– all– my –
Blunder.
The extra weight on my face, the lack of a smile, the colors on my back that linger
For a while; the breaks, the cracks the eye can’t see. My GOD– why GOD
Has thou forsaken me?
The tossing, the turning, the dreams so bad! Then daylight enters, I try not to go mad.
The sorry, the sorrow is always confessed, the acceptance, the fear—
Seems to know me best
I want to let go, I have to let go, I can’t let go, He loves me– I know. So over again
My mind is made, I’ll accept, I’ll hurt, maybe someday he’ll change…
© Keely L. Gibson. All rights reserved
(2013)
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