No Room for The Motions of Drama
Sometimes your own flesh and blood will treat you no better than a stranger on the street.
By Veronica WilliamsPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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I've been written off before,
By people who didn't matter,
And shared no blood
Nor DNA.
I cleansed myself of them
And tended to the wounds.
I've been cast aside too many times
For shallow, hopeless things
For assumptions,
For damages,
For simple words unsaid.
So what's new about us?
If I were still that Summer Child,
That hopeful sprite,
That faithful scamp,
Perhaps this would hurt more.
But alas--
I am nobody,
And this is to be expected.
A walking desert,
A sullen vessel,
A woman of other worries--
I cannot stop to die
Just because you're done with me.
I was warned,
And never listened...
And now the curtains have been drawn.
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About the Creator
Veronica Williams
Chicagoan in TN. Currently married to the night and looking for coffee.
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