Surprise
I'm surprised.
I'm surprised when people walk away from my honesty
I'm surprised when I am judged.
I would think I wouldn't be surprised anymore.
Because, it has happened to me more than once.
I'm learning slowly and painfully, that it doesn't matter
what people think of me.
It matters what I think of me.
And, if I like myself, surprise!
I don't walk too near those who find my honesty unappealing.
I don't walk to near those who would judge me.
Copyright © Donna Polotnik | Year Posted 2008
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