Losing and finding me

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    Losing and finding me

    I lost more than I thought

    I wasn't gonna say a thing
    Just sit there and let you wonder
    while I made my plans and walked the path
    headed to solitude and freedom
    taking a long road to recovery with steps and methods
    I went about my way with intention

    told myself it was gonna be easy and a relief
    that you would see the light and wish and wonder
    but all the while I wondered where I would be
    and who
    as I planned and plotted your demise
    and my rebirth

    they hate me now, looking at me
    like I was the blame
    despite the pain you caused and perpetuated
    they turn their eyes away
    and grumble of betrayal
    though it was you who left in spirit
    and turned your back on love

    I lost more than I expected

    I had to say something
    had to make you (and them) see
    that it wasn't me who lied and skirted around the truth
    But I couldn't tell them everything
    Only what they would understand
    And in doing so, still lost their trust
    because the truth was too hard to bear

    While I watched and waited for the final curtain
    you continued to grace the stage
    but all things end
    even the show you thought would go on
    and on and on and on
    I can't lie; I thought it would too
    until something came along and swept me away from it all

    and I watched and waited for it
    only taking action when it never came

    So I said nothing
    just smiled and played the part of serenity
    until I could take back all I lost
    in an unfair game that I was never meant to win

    I'll find my way back to me
    but I understand it will be with a lighter load
    and that's ok
    because at least there's more and better to pick up along the way 

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Zorajannani’s Poems (33)

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    Losing and finding me 0
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    Loving You 0
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    Debt Paid 0
    The Valley 1
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    Before Tea 0
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    Boring Class 0
    raindrops 0
    Sistah Gorgon 0
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