Best Poems Written by Margret Butler

You Too Will Soon See

There are parts of me that have been hidden, never again to be obviously seen,
Time has gone by, too long ago, I can’t say how long or how much time it’s been. 
Those parts of me that have been hidden, I truly forgotten that they were even there, 
Sometimes on the rare occasion others get to see what’s inside and I’m unaware. 
For the lucky few those lucky enough to see glimpses of the real me deep down inside, 
See the vulnerable person who so long ago retreated and disappeared from view the parts of me, I hide.
Out of Sight the innocent and Bonneville parts of me disappeared from my own protection, Retreating into 
me to become stronger and studying my life’s too reflection. 
I need to become resilient against all the harshness that life bares, 
Withstanding life trying to ware me down artfully dodging it, no visible tears. 
Life tests your ability to see how far it can bend you, pushing us until we are on the point past breaking, Life 
experiences endured, forcing us into laying better paths for the future we are making. 
I struggled with the bad luck that entered my life everyday, The hardest thing in life I’ve had to learn, 
To appreciate myself, to see my self worth, the one thing not paid in currency, my self-respect I had to earn.
My though patterns and point of view, I saw up until now was bad, have now shifted to a more positive view,
An open heart and a clear mind, is what has kept my heart full and kind, and my soul pure and true. 
Along the way all my goodness, I thought, I lost, I becoming guarded, making myself think it was left behind,
Never, had I lost, the goodness and kindness, waiting, for the right time to appear for me to seek and find. 
Thinking to myself I’d been abandoned, losing my innocent and kind hearted soul, refusing to let others in to see, 
The good person I once was, Unaware and silently, I was saving myself the whole time i'd been, protecting the true me. 
I was being poisoned by the all hurt in life, I started drowning in the negativity here, it was choking my soul, 
The darkness tried to add me to its collection, my subconscious was protecting me knowing its purpose and playing out its roll.

Copyright © Margret Butler | Year Posted 2021