WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO DO (New poem)

WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO DO

But surely there is!

I’m not back tracking with my journal

Just taking a glance at what has been happening

I know, the past is the past

Let it go and go with the flow

Like the stream before me

The past needs a re-write

A measure of putting things right

A measure of apologising

Where there was so much wrong-doing

Where there was too much assuming, presuming

You walked out!  You shouted

This woman changed, you hated it!

But this is where it shall finally end

 No more pretending to be what others want me to be!

I shall always speak my piece

And be at peace

You may say this seems harsh

But there is no more hushing

No more walking on eggshells

I’m no longer that kind of girl

That world does me no usages, uses

Oh those cowboys and their kisses

Oh girl loads of mistakes and forgiveness

Pieces, pieces tattered and torn

Dreams shattered, love taken for granted

So here I am sat, saddened

Not just a little girl, but a woman

A huge amount of confidence sunk like a ship

Being tossed from side to side

Tears drowning me

Oh boy how you wore your disguise

But I found you out in the pages of this journal

Two timer with your ex-girlfriend

But that was then and this is now!

Time to turn the pages

Time to re-write the good times ahead

So as this day draws to an end

The summer almost gone

But not quite forgotten

I shall remember these days of reflection

The times on this river bank

And really look that nothing really sank

It is still floating with hope and faith

For much better days ahead

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

29^th August 2017

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