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
29th
August 2017
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