I’m Over This

Like the drunk, now sober,
My luck, a four leaf clover,
I no longer need your shoulder,
I’m over this.

Like a child who busts his parents,
Telling him Santa is a figment,
Telling him his skill is not a talent,
I’m over this.

Like a little girl who threw her teddy,
She is growing up already,
For the world, she might be ready,
I’m over this.

Like a worker once fired,
Days before he is retired,
Got more than was required,
I’m over this.

Like a poet once rejected,
Writes more than was expected,
Years later, words upon reflected,
I’m over this.

Like a the lamb, once slain,
That will rise and rise again,
Until a lion it became,
I’m over this.

Like you left I’m moving on,
My life, is going on,
You may think my heart torn,
But I’m over this.

On the inside I am fighting,
Yet still for you I’m writing,
These words need no reciting,
Because,
I’m not over this.

  3 comments for “I’m Over This

  1. TPR
    March 4, 2011 at 9:14 am

    I love this. I feel it. I've lived it. I think many will relate. check the 6th stanza.

  2. March 4, 2011 at 3:48 pm

    This is a wee bit unlike the Woozie poet I'm used to. But I like it. Especially the honesty at the end.

  3. March 4, 2011 at 4:05 pm

    T .. thanks… =)

    Mercy… Yeah I was exploiting other style honestly speaking I don't feel comfortable in the clickety clack clothing expect the old woozie back soon enough. =)Thanks though..

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