MY GOLD
When I was
Starting out
They beat me
Raped me
...for treasure
Words took shape
Forming my being
My ideas flowed
Creative energy
...bought friends
Positive vibrations
Drawing them in
Vying for laughter
To lighten sorrow
...needing relief
So many moments
Stolen, taken captive
Bandits in friendly masks
Smiling for pleasure
...taking gold
They wanted my gold
While I was being poor
I gave it all away
To my Creator
...who gives it again
No one can take what is appointed.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-29-2024
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2024
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