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Confided

She has confided in you,
Every minute detail about her past,
You cannot deny it has changed how you see her,
She doesn't look the same to you,
Right before your eyes,
You witnessed all that you once loved... die.

All you see now is scar tissue,
You think her ugly,
The baggage she carries around,
You wish it gone,
You don't like what you have heard,
You wish it would once again submerge.

I see something entirely different,
I see a warrior,
I see history,
I see experience,
Mostly though, I see strength.

The problem with you is...
You never see anything good in anyone,
You want everything to be perfect,
That's not life though.

Sometimes you have to brace yourself and go with the flow,
Be grateful someone trusted you enough to let you know all their highs and lows.

© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry






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