How I Have Grown
I am on the fence
between two worlds
trapped within the space among
the old and new.
I came to you
young and innocent
unable to form
what I wanted to be.
Your words were like
a beacon that I held
as my gospel and truth
of what I should become.
Over the years
I have changed
come into my own
carved a way
among the rumble.
Learned to distinguish
what were lies
came to recognize
your subtle manipulations
and tricks of thought.
What I see
is how low you are
the lengths you will go
forcing others to mold your path.
Though I still want to believe
we are now so far apart
I am no longer 24
a child for you to hold.
The years have breed
a false sense of loyalty
the impression that change
is but a lost hope.
Yet truth remains
that the respect I once had
is but a forgotten dream
blown away over time
unrecognizable to me.
Like the seeds
of a dandelion
I will soon leave
with the wind
onto the place I belong
a world of my own.
© 2015 Marie Hurt