Blown Away
Always waiting, you hidden demons
For the moment best suited for exposure,
When I’ve let down my guard
And you grab the chance to take over.
I am reduced to a nothing kind of rubbish
And I marvel at the power you imbibe
As these pictures from years ago,
Creep, then smash through my mind.
The aftermath leaves me weak and introspective
As I try to explain away your overwhelming power;
For I find that even I cannot understand
How you take my composure and steal away the hour.
And strange as it seems, I am told I need to accept you,
Let you ‘blow over me’, let you go;
Look at you as some strange phenomena,
That I once knew long, long ago.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2011
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