Please,
Have a seat.
Stay awhile or away.
It does not matter to me.
Unfortunately,
I am your narrator.
Unfortunately,
I am your guide through this journey.
Unfortunately,
You are still here...
Unfortunately,
I am not who I say I am,
I am not who they want me to be,
I am not who you expected.
Unfortunately,
I go through things too.
I learn lessons too late.
My heart, broken.
My body, fragile.
My mind, tired.
But still
I will hold my head up and smile.
So
Where do we go from here?
YOU ARE READING
unfiltered
Poetryunfiltered? Your thoughts are going to be exposed. Vulnerable, yet secure. Unprotected, yet strong. Unarmed, yet powerful. Are you ready for that? Are they ready for that?
