Sunday, April 7, 2019

Second Chances

I was the quiet one, the odd one,
the one that you whispered about in the hall...
How many times a day did you walk by me?
How many times a day did you remind me? 
Still, we were friends once, for a minute.
You were the social climber,
busy collecting new friends.
I was the one with no social graces;
never knowing exactly what to say
so never saying anything.

Some hurts are easier to let go of than others,
       and some, not so much...
Funny, isn’t it, how time becomes the great equalizer—
It's taught me that we are all less-than-perfect,
that we’ve all been through stuff,
and that it’s okay to let our sleeping pasts lie.

Besides, I'm liking you so much better the second time around!

© Ginny Brannan 2019

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