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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