Sticks
and
stones.
Breaking
bones,
taking prisoners.
The lullabies
never justify
the lies I was told.
White lies I was sold.
Things always unfold.
They reside
in the grey area.
Black and white
are all I recognize.
Truth or lie.
No in between.
No "sometimes".
No "maybe".
The names will
NEVER
hurt me.
FREEDOM
to
choose
happiness.
To choose.
HAPPINESS.
To choose=happiness.
so very nice. sad , but...little lies told are never good...they erode trust and leave little for the relationship to stand on...nice magpie.
ReplyDeleteThe gray area has become larger for me, as I age.
ReplyDeletePainful memories here, and I'm glad you know to choose happiness.
ReplyDeleteBreathe peace.
I liked this, Teri.
ReplyDeleteTo choose..yes to have the choice..that's everything..as you've shown so well! Thank you...
ReplyDeleteI love the way you used Willow's Magpie photo prompt!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful - I love how you wove in the old rhyme. Especially loved this:
ReplyDeleteThe lullabies
never justify
the lies I was told.
White lies I was sold.
Things always unfold.
A powerful piece of poetry, it gave me goosebumps --- I choose happiness--- the alternative becoming a prisoner in our lives, "The lullabies
ReplyDeletenever justify
the lies I was told."
A strong element of truth. This poem says so much I fear I do not do it justice in my comment. Well crafted.
Joanny
This resonates with me. Powerful and provocative!
ReplyDeleteThis was an intriguing poem. It was a little haunting too. Good job!
ReplyDeletewell done
ReplyDeleteand wonderful use of the photo prompt
haunting