The dishonourable so and so
Standing on the sidewalk
With that cocky look on his face
So sure of his self
Believing most folk will forget his misdeeds.
I wear the crystal he gave me.
He was someone I loved.
The chains he wove have fallen from me.
I am no longer cramped, hiding in corners.
Awareness floods my being.
I have no need to search my mind,
Looking for ways to blame myself.
His lofty platitudes fall on the ground behind me,
Where they vanish like fallen leaves
Picked up by the wind…
© Anita Dawes 2021