
Stay with me,
this vision of a feeling,
sheer emotion
rising from within me,
encompassing the mess
that lay within
during times of
poor judgement,
rash decisions
and vile reasonings.
Now Past’s errors are
captured as though in a
flighty balloon,
or heaved, sunk stone to disguise
the hefty nature of
a life once deemed
unworthy of being known,
one in which I formerly believed
I was adamantly, freely living.
Fall into a deceptive pool,
just beneath the surface,
body of water,
a sheen of gullibility,
naivety,
surface emotions,
poor behaviour —
publicly speaking.
The idea of remaining
does not scare me,
in fact, regularity fills me
with radiant resonance,
but is there a tired, hidden belligerence,
attracting some beings’ yawning?
Contentious may be my emotions to share,
is there need to prepare for reactivity,
surely this is all part of the process?
I nod to myself knowingly.
I dared;
I shared.
But will candour equate to care?
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