Once upon a time…
I was a different person--
innocent…trusting…
people change.
Have seen
killing without purpose;
women and children
bruised, abused; teens
abducted, raped,
abducted, raped,
murdered; wars fought
not over genocide or
starvation, but some
political pundit’s gain.
Have known
those feigning kindness
and good-will.
Dangerous, they are…
because they act
sincere,
and look like you
and me.
Have been
stepped on,
passed over,
lied to,
back-stabbed,
ignored,
forgotten…
enough shit for one lifetime.
Some days I wish I could go back.
Too much has changed…
especially me.
© Ginny Brannan November 2011
Yes, these are situations that change us. For better or worse...more often worse, but if we learn from them, even negative events can have a positive effect. It's playing golf that made shit a part of my vocabulary!
ReplyDeleteI'll raise my glass to this. I don't think I'm hard, just a lot tougher and yes, ot as sweet as I once was. Nice poem of inner reflection.
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