JB Writes Too

Survival in chaos in a technological world 21/05/08

When I think of poetry
I think of you.
Today though my mind drifts
Drifts to a pain
A fraud
A counterfeit
Whose ambition
to be one
took two
I feel anger
as the realisation of stupidity
Overtakes the mind of an innocent
A girl with an open heart
Eyes wide
Open to the experience
Of a life unknown
Only to be face slapped
By a lesser
An unworthy
In the sharpness of the swipe
Across soft
Peaches and cream skin
that has been weathered
by hemisphere
and atmosphere
I feel defiant
Stubborn
Indignant
Not a victim
More powerful to say the least
As I straighten my back
and look toward the future
My minds eye radiates
A strength unbeknownst
to me before
I have much to be thankful for
Especially now
I have me.