I Was Just Leaving

Maybe it’s me Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes And the rubbernecking of studying stares The steady flow of innuendo Perplexing The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction All for having lowered my anchor Rejoicing in where I’ve landed Maybe not the preferred destination But content with the richly cultivated grains of my being Fertilized in fortitude from the favor I’ve been granted And the divine soils in which my feet have firmly been planted Maybe it’s me Because my world is now serene No longer entertaining the misunderstanding of me And those who are still burdened When I feel no obligation to explain the essence of my theme Or the reasons for my chosen path Those of which have caused my soul to scream Far too often in the past Maybe it’s me Because these beads of perspiration are not from disregard But they are the manifestation Of the tenacity in my concentration When focused on me Because I choose to stay missing Though easily seen My words remain reserved Because gossip breeds the judgment of others And that is not my bridge to cross Nor will it be my cross to bear Because I choose conversation that promotes elevation And for that reason my words I do not spare Because what you can’t own gives you unrest And I wouldn’t dare to leave you grieving So excuse me for inhaling the same air that you’ve been breathing And it’s okay Don’t bother getting up Because I was just leaving Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved