Just As I Was
Just As I Was
When I was but a breath not taken,
Not jaded, untainted,
Unimpressed by words dripping
With audacity and false pretense,
I was content to rest
Upon parted lips,
Telling myself that spilling forth
Would only draw me into a game
I chose not to play.
It's odd how life and years change things,
How sarcasm can begin to drip like
Afternoon drizzle, how ignorance
And biased thought can open
Those lips wider, how words
Can make one inhale and exhale,
Spewing that which we know is
Best left unsaid or at least unheard
By others... Spontaneous reactions
Often override inhibited wisdom.
Oh to rest once more upon
The parted lips of better judgement,
To appreciate that less said
Speaks volume,
To understand that audacity
Is a choice made... and believe
That I, those words that live within
The truth of everyone, can remain
As before, not jaded, untainted,
Unimpressed...just as I was
When I was but a breath not taken.
Written for Kelly's private challenge
'Twice as Nice'
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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