TAKEN FROM THE ANTHOLOGY ‘FOLLOW
YOUR DREAMS’
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
You called me
weird, strange abnormal
Well I guess I am in a strange good way
You said my head was full of fanciful notions
Too many imaginary fantasies
All the stories I wrote were so unreal
Make-believe
Fictional not real
How do you know this when they were all true!
Are still so real and true!
You put me down
You frowned
You scowled
You shook me, you tortured me
You tore them all apart
You killed the living breathing things that mattered
A childhood spent relentlessly fighting you
A witch a bitch you labeled me
You need to ditch
The harrowing, the crying
The screeching, the screaming
Way into the night
The frights
The fights
With all my might
I stood my ground
This crystal ball my look garbled unreal to you
But I see it all the past, the present and the
future
The heaviness is lifting just like a butterfly
on its wings
Graceful, elegant and free to be
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
4th March 2013
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