
I try to be at peace
but in aching pieces I’ve become,
my time is my leisure,
but transient will I be,
like the searing sun,
so beautiful it was to
romanticise cold, bare reality,
actions speak as loud as words,
can you hear certain needs calling?
I watch the alliance come undone,
each spoke of a black widow’s web
detaches, rips, tears,
and then hand over heart,
lip to cheek kiss,
now steer clear,
this has ceased to be fun.
I know that I could be
sympathetic and overly understanding,
but I won’t continue to
accept bad behaviour and words
when they’re provided knowingly.
And so here I am,
detailing in a nightly haze,
almost 2am,
I could reach out,
heal what damage has been done,
but why should I?
This rubbish is happening again,
and again.
If I decided to,
I could claim being victim of cruel, cruel,
hapless words,
this time I’ll wait it out,
I have self-love,
and firm respect for myself.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash
mmmm. lovely, as always, Lauren. beautiful ending, my friend. Love it!❤
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❤ Thanks, Jeff, I appreciate it 🙂
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You’re welcome, my friend. Always. 😊❤
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