That time you missed my birthday
That’s when I grew up.
It’s when I knew
I didn’t figure in your plans
or rise to your consciousness
Time to put on the big girl pants,
get on with life on my own
So I did
with a vengeance
turning aloneness to fierce independence
wearing shame shamelessly as bravado
Maybe I miss all that could have been
if I had really mattered in your life.
Maybe — but I don’t know —
I can’t imagine it anymore;
I don’t.
Maybe I’m grateful
You set me adrift
….set me alight….
Although your memory still shapes my flames
I’m free to shower my sparks on others
who will never suspect
they were once
rejected
❤️k
Powerfully penned, K. Excellent write my friend. Nice to see you again. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks, Damian
It feels good to have something to say again. Reposted this one because of the next one, which is a new write.
Happy new year!
❤️k
This is excellent! It reminds me of the saying
Never let them see you sweat.
For me that applies to determination. To simply refuse to be taken for granted.
Love this!
This one stung a bit back when I wrote it… but things have shifted.
Thanks for reading!
❤️k
hello lovely Broken One I feel I missed out on something in you it so hard for me to connect with people… I would hope I could make you feel special always great write ❤️
Hi Brenda
You have a knack for making people feel special! Thanks for connecting with this.
Happy new year
❤️k
Dear K,
Ouch. The sting in this write was an eye opener. It made me feel how much I’d dislike feeling exposed and minimized. I’m sorry if the event is personal history and not the use of metaphor but this is a succinct poem of how vulnerable we can be. Great piece. H🌷
Yeah, this was ouchy back when I wrote it, you’re definitely right about that. I reposted because I wrote a counterpart today… with much less ouch.
❤️k