When I had to pick you or me
I finally said “me”
And it felt like stepping back into my body
It was no longer a tray that served you
The welcome mat you got used to
It was my skin and my home
My mind was no longer my prisoner
You can offer it all
I won’t be impressed
The flowers, the gifts, the attention
I had to beg for are no longer
A strong currency
When you ask for something one to many times
It loses all value
Your efforts are in vain
I finally learned to be loyal to myself
You can get your copy of my first novel on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.