Fresh blood

The wind of change

Has breezed through

And changed it’s course

Making me turn

Another corner

To see things

From another side

Pride and self-respect

Have kept me in check

For longer than I care

And all I can ask myself

Is why and what for?

Whom does it really serve?

Not me

It has only helped

To keep me on my own

To preserve my solitude

To nurture my reluctance

And goad my unwillingness

To take a chance

But, aren’t I the one

Who normally chants

To all women to embrace

Their inner beauty and power?

Isn’t that me?

So what the hell

Am I doing with mine?

I already know

What part of my future holds

So I need to make the most

Of what fresh blood

Is still out there

While I can still taste it

Whilst it’s so readily on offer

After all

What do I have to lose?

And does it really matter?

 

But I must be the one

To make that choice

It is not for

Others to choose

The silenced words

From many years ago

Still ring in my ears

Now I really understand

What that man

Wanted to me to hear

Sharon Carter-Wray

 

(10th August 2017)

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