Leave Them In The Rearview
Don't Look Back. You're Not Going That Way.
Close your eyes.
Relax.
Open your mind.
Allow it to wander back in time.
.
When you reminisce, where do you go?
How far back do you rewind?
So many memories
Just there on the periphery.
Some crystalline, others blurred by the tarnish of time.
.
Would you like a glimpse into mine?
I’m surrounded by strangers.
People I once thought were my family
Now, only a distant memory.
.
I existed in their orbit,
Yet they never cared enough to know
The real me, no not even remotely.
I was at their beck and call.
So loyal, I always gave them my all.
.
When I needed them?
They were all too busy,
Otherwise occupied.
No time to answer
Yet still expected me to come when called.
.
No one was ever there for me.
In fact, they caused what would ultimately befall.
I was trapped in their world,
Weighted down with obligation.
.
They, however, had no such reservation.
Turned their backs in a flash
Their only concern or motivation, cash.
What a welcome relief to finally tell them to just kiss my ass.
.
Now they’re merely fading images in the rearview.
No longer a factor in my life
Nor will they be a detriment to my future.
I refuse to be bogged down beneath such strife.
. . .
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Comments (3)
Inspirational! Great advice and attitude. :)
Medicinal and restoring, I commensurate with this piece. Good work! ❤️
Great poem and even better message. Well done.