Wonder why it annoyed me so that particular day
It usually doesn't.
But, enduring that feel,
Left to recoil with shame, in disdain's way
Clearly seeing the obvious lack.
Quickly giving... and then wanting it back,
Embarrassed by the initial need.
Being true to word and creed
Is rightly so, to own, integrity shown.
Thus, leaning from the outside, peering in,
This too, being uncounted, in all ways having been.
(Bitters..its zest, distinctly wild.)
Here stands woman
Now as child
Her words unheard, unclaimed, unfound
Here, tangled and mangled
Absence of sound..bound
Dismissed, with melancholy's nudge and tear
With no hint of having ever been here.
Written by cindy Prochnow 2009 Repost