Done

Why is it so hard for honest acceptance?
For the truth to be told?
Is it so hard for you to believe in me?
To take pride in me?
You shoot me down with every gun
you’ve ever held and every word
you’ve ever said, but I’m finished with this.
With this crying and this breaking
And my hopeful thinking.
In my wishing that someday,
things will be different, that
someday things will be better.
I’m done with this.
With my second guessing
of all things before me
and believing in solid faith.
I’m done putting my dreams
to rest before your callused feet.

I’m done with this.

Reviews

[Miles Wilburn]

Truly honest acceptance is a rarity. Sometimes there's a point where we simply break and must push forth, which is what this poem says to me. Well done!