To Be or not to Be a Prisoner

To be or not to be a prisoner

that is the question that I ask of me.

I love him, but his jealousy

It makes me wonder do I love thee?

What awaits in the future?

How isolated should the prison be?

Should it be just me awaiting him?

Or should I include others for me to see?

Should the door be shut tight?

And I cannot flee.

Or should it be shut light?

And I can go out full of glee.

Love is strange.

It is a we.

So why am I a prisoner,

and he is free.




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Twice

Hardly know you, but I feel shook up.

Twice you have tried and luckily failed.

You have held the cup -

the cup of life and dropped it to shatter,

but it was not to be, so you were bailed.

Now my senses scatter,

as I breathe a sigh of relief,

instead of drowing in grief.

Will you try again?

Will I see you again?

I would like to

and I hope you would too.

I wish you the best.

I hope you do well.

In this life you find some rest,

and walk out of your cell.

To a path that is bright

with your own light.




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Blind Spots

You pretended to care about me.

You had me believe you cared about me.

You pretended to believe what we did was right.

You had me believe it was right.

You told me it was right.

You made me feel guilty, when I protested

You knew my blind spots and wormed your way into me through them.

You were a spider to my fly.

You pushed me to go further than I wanted to.

You manipulated me into doing what I did not want to do.

You told me what we did was right when it was not.

You had me believe it was the right thing to do, when it was not.

You cared only about yourself, never me.

You would have cared about me, if you had left me alone.

You instead left me with a hole that has turned into a scar.

You left me with a scar that still bleeds from time to time.

You left me with doubt about myself.

You left me with a pain that has never entirely eased.

You, who I still carry at times, still laugh at me.

You still mock me in my head for me believing you love me.

You, will I ever be free of you?





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Change Paths

Paths are not so easy to change,

but change often brings success.

Life is funny that way;

the same used paths are security.

Knowing what will happen is good;

however, it often leads to ruts.

So change is needed;

change that is scary.

Face your fears,

and embrace them.

Change will come on a new path,

and success will be the reward.

That's what is believed;

nevertheless, failure may result.

When that happens,

change paths again.

Find the one that brings success,

and a more fulfilling life.

That happens, not due to luck,

but due to embracing a different path.






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