Bowl

BODACH

01/18/14

I make mistakes, but continue to try.

I am not scared, bitter, bleak, dim,

Doomsaying, hopeless,

Nor without faith.

You who judge me,

When was the last time you even tried?

I dream of scabs falling out my ears

For the things you say about me

Inside your head between your own,

Wishing to damn me to fates you're making yourself.

You deny and sabotage, yet step not into your own agenda

Other than to trip this one's up: jealous and rotting.

I am not your child to be taught a lesson.

I am not your mate nor kin to be protected as if

I know not my own good. And apparently,

Betrayer of confidences,

I am not your friend.

Yet you are mad at me?

That's fine.

Go sit in your stew.

Continue to feed yourself your bile.

I won't; however,

Be standing in line for a bowl.

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

This is a very powerful piece Mel...lots of striking images throughout, too many for me to narrow it down to just one or two that I like...you've definitely put the haters in their place here ;)

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you dear friend. Very personal piece for me, maybe even more so than my usual.