Expectations
Expectations and like the many changing faces.
We are constantly trying to fit the best one to put on.
I constantly try to adjust one side and keep one's truth hidden deep inside.
Embedded in so much gunk
Embedded in so much trauma
You might have even learned this from your momma.
How well placed you present yourself to the world.
Then, at home, you are the most disillusioned, dysfunctional girl.
I was trying to please a society so complex.
I am trying not to throw everyone in the bathwater just yet.
You open your heart
You earnestly walk
Saying to yourself it's not that bad after all.
But reality creeps in, and you're standing there naked, vulnerable to your truth
Why did you even hide in it?
I was stumbling through life, trying to fit in.
You are losing yourself, even beaten into submission.
Not just by law but of your kind. The biggest disappointment you could think of in life.
Away you go, like the fool again.
Still so open and green to the shadows.
Another face, but hey, who cares?
No one asked you your truth, and I guess that's fair.
I don't care.
I don't care what they say.
I know my truth, and I'm determined to walk in a REAL heart space.
No one to make me feel bad.
No one to take my power.
I'll send all that unwarranted hate and evil eye back to God anyway.
So I'd instead breathe and laugh with earnest joy. If God got me, what in the heck am I worried for?
I love all of me.
All of my unique, quirky, beautiful abundance and bliss.
I'm in love with this person; I was in a shell.
A cocoon with a transformation of a butterfly ?? that's off exploring the world.
Take Care.
Copyright © Dena Brown | Year Posted 2024
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