Sunday, May 19, 2024

On hearing her resignation Oct. 10, 2012

 

 

Nobody can give you

what you need

You have to take it

Or not get it

A painful life lesson

I’m learning

The hard way,

As I watch her go,

Her poem full of agony

Like a crown of thorns

The right thing

Rarely being

The right thing

When forced to surrender

And pretend

It’s a noble gesture

When deep down

Where the truth resides

She knows it’s not,

Its whispers

The wrong conclusion,

She never gave up,

She is not weak,

She can’t make it

With the weight on her chest

Like an anvil.

Nothing is impossible

To someone like her,

When she sees herself

As the black cat

Crossing everybody’s path,

The person who causes

The door to slam,

So nobody can

Get in or get out

Ancient history,

Not an ounce of truth

All she needs

Is to find her wings

To realize

She can still fly,

And has no need

To fit in

When she’s much better

Than those who judge her.

 



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