i went away,
don't ask me where i've been.
all you need to know is that i was gone
and though i didn't come back whole,
there are more pieces than you've ever seen before.
don't tell me you miss who i was
because who i am now left her behind.
i don't want to hear about it,
i don't want to think about it,
i've done enough dwelling on the past.
maybe my eyes are different,
maybe my smile has changed,
but at least i no longer walk
like every step gives me pain.
if you're stuck in before
long after it's over
i won't carry you forward,
you won't fit on my shoulders.
you can have yesterday
but you won't see her smile;
make love to a ghost
who's been gone for a while.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)