Poem 55

again how do you expose yourself to the hurt and the expected tears you inflicted and when is the right time to reveal the scary truth. I’m so tired of being defiant and so sorry for being the way that I am. Possibly, I could be a lost cause and maybe I’m not at all. Let me say that I’m not, and chances are you won’t give up. You’ll cry and maybe shout. You’ll bring me to places like the church or your car where you feel at ease and in control to tell me, if I needed help, any kind at all, I have people I can run to. And I do run to them, but you don’t want to listen anymore. how do I go on with the life you wrote for me and when can I take it back from you.   c. 2014

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