Thought I’d dredge my poetry collection for some of my faves. Enjoy.
In the beginning
I had all the time in the world
But didn’t want it.
Time is not all that
It’s added up to be.
By the age of seven,
I faced suicide. Time marked me.
At twelve, I realized I could never
Be a good mother,
So Time grabbed me by the womb
And stood still.
At twenty, I fell in love.
For the first time,
Time didn’t matter.
At twenty-one, my lover
Left me to chase his old flame,
Once too spiritual for him,
But, you see, I had brought him
Into the fold,
So, now, he thought he had a better chance.
Time turned black and white, green, and red.
Ten years of waiting and being taunted.
Psychotic church leaders
Who meted out their dole of destruction.
Time was a cheat.
But the worst was the lie from someone
Whom you love
Who once was supposed to have
Loved you back,
Replying when asked,
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