Seems my M.O. lately to flit away
a frightened wing
but the metaphor fails me.
Fear is not the word.
Intimidation comes closer.
Toying with phrases like
"meant to be,"
and
"creating reality,"
has left me only less jaded than
"God's will."
Maybe I should have heeded my own advice
and stayed simple a while.
I made myself a hypocrite,
speaking those words
before I could have known
they would one day be true.
How I spoke of myself so highly.
Gave myself all the credit-- undeserved.