What does it take,
to be free
I don't know you tell me
I vowed never,
to tolerate,
lackadaisical  conduct,
that leaves you stuck
Brings you down
that is not happy,
that is a frown
Round, and round
Finding yourself,
that is the crown
A large jewel,
just there for you
Look at its beauty
It should be seen,
not tucked away,
just like a dream
I found me
I want to enjoy,
me you see
No derogatory context
or manipulation,
swamped text,
full of steps,
that stops me,
climbing you see
Afraid of heights,
but I have always,
scaled buildings,
to see the sights,
no matter what,
came across the path,
that was not right,
and, left a draft
Holding me back,
even though one pretends,
no more verbal attack
Spending a Quarter,
of a Century of life,
good will, and beauty,
trampled like ground spice
Updated dice
Then a fairy story offered,
wrongly priced,
it was verbal regurgitation,
described as being nice
So I will stay
with the me I found
Climbing higher,
than any mound
Or pile of c...
on the ground

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney