Swiss Cheese

I don't get upset anymore
When at first i am
The best thing since sliced bread
Shiny & pretty & a novelty

My feelings, each time, run true
My entrance comes
When they need me
A crux in the road
A turning point
A transition

I help them see
Breathe new life into stale lungs
When the metamorphosis is complete
I become grey
Not so shiny or witty or exquisite

I don't get upset anymore
I've lightened their load
I was the instrument
Left behind with a bit less of my soul
And a Swiss cheese heart

Reviews

[jammer]

I loved the flow of this poem and especially the way you ended it. The ability to help people, to help them change is a gift. To give of yourself and get little or nothing in return makes you a very special person. A+ Isadora. I really liked it.