Prudence

Prudence:

an ugly word weightily crowned with meaning

i fear to be relieved lest it rears its self-entitled smugly ringed head.

Serendipity stays loved and far from your loftily held place…

 

i know.

i know that look!
i know every word that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why do so many share the same?]
that little jump, that little crinkled brow,
the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’

i know those words!
i see every word before it is spoken,
it lies within your mind
and spills forth from confidence assured,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”

i know that very thought!
i hear it before it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul
and struggles to come forth,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little contemplation, that little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”

yes but none ever voice nor think nor see…
that i cannot help,
but be me.

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i dread tomorrow
with a keening so deep
that it wrenches my
bones right out of
their sleep

i await
for the slow-burning
poison to seep

what i have sown
to be slandered
as pathetic and cheap

ha ha, ha ha
with what you have
what do you even
expect to reap?