i'm no longer frightened by frightening people.
i only know now that i too was frightened, in exchange.
and i know a time came that this was about me,
and that now, some sibilance between these eras has changed.
the shadow of grief, and disbelief,
is what i learned to not fear, and balance.
nothing can go further than the depths you perceive;
but suppositions also come to light by challenge.
i only know because it happened to, and within me,
so i embrace the dichotomy that furthers me on.
wee glimpses of regrets gone, and forgetfulnesses reborn,
by what Life brings to me, by each ripple, but I'm the pond.
silly metaphors, and rhymes, little adages, throughout time,
so often just add up to the same thought:
The Truth Will Out, Much Ado For Nothing, and He Who Casts First ~
are only pleas from others who too, think they have naught.
so from that eye, I can abide, and know, but .. maybe not show it;
it is not a credential, i only know it's been used.
something of mine, behavior, or spirit, enticed a want to own it,
but only for an elaborate reason, and/or excuse.
i am wary, but aware, by this repetition.
why such circumstances, repeating, the same?
when neither relation was related, one a lover, one a friend;?
what is it of me they wish to claim?
it's of no matter now, it just echoes,
because it can only be a Keynote to me.
it feels abrasive, like hunger, and it's uncomfortable.
and it takes a lot out of me to flee.
i never want to call a spade a ditch.
and i never want to call a diss a spade.
i have no use for sparring, but too often,
i find it best to just step away from the equation.
i've wondered at times if it might pull something better
because only absence allows anything New to be.
and if i frightened someone, or made them bristle,
it's only because i too, have seen.
it works both ways; it wasn't my mistake,
i was only captured by the depths of my own fear.
nothing can abrade you unless you want it to,
and Asking is the bridge to finding what you wish to hear.