Front Porch Feelings
Here she comes. At the sight of her I seethe
with the hate of twenty years or longer
in each breath I breathe.
How very different might my life have been
without this master thief usurping
all I tried to win!
My man and cushy job--she took from me.
Heartbreak turned to bitterness and hate.
Of these, I can't be free.
She's closer now. I'll have to go inside.
Her smiling face and "Hi! How are ya?"
I surely can't abide.
From my dark room, I watch her as I hide.
Her peaceful walk through life is poison
worse than cyanide.
not autobiographical
June 3, 2019, entered in Sheri Fresonke's Going Deep Within an Emotion Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2019
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