Dartboard
It's hard to walk out of the house
without people noticing the bright red rings
and grabbing up their fistful of darts.
I don't believe their needling accusations and innuendos.
I don't internalize those things any longer,
or change my opinion of who I am or what I'm worth.
Still the barbs hurt.
It's tempting to become a brick
and bend their pointy little noses
which they could better stick in someone else's business.
It's hard to walk out of the house
without people noticing the bright red rings
and grabbing up their fistful of darts.
I don't believe their needling accusations and innuendos.
I don't internalize those things any longer,
or change my opinion of who I am or what I'm worth.
Still the barbs hurt.
It's tempting to become a brick
and bend their pointy little noses
which they could better stick in someone else's business.
Ginger, I've really enjoyed your (and your husband's) poetry this week! Especially Chartruese for some reason! Thanks for sharing. I do a little bit - http://diannepolome.blogspot.com/. Only recently have I even begun to call it poetry! But thought I'd share since you were sharing yours.
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