Maybe I Was

I was angry Yet then again, maybe I wasn’t. I was hurt Then maybe I really wasn’t. All the mixed emotions. I drug that closed book around, Trying to peel it open. Knowing I wasn’t meant to. You warned me, Time and time again. All the while letting me know, Softly telling me Some things are better left alone, unread, unknown. All the pain I felt, yet didn’t. Tears leaking from my eyes, Yet, I wonder. why? Was I angry? Maybe I was, then again, Maybe I wasn’t. Was I hurt? Maybe, just maybe, I was and then again, Maybe I wasn’t. @ Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2024