Poetry

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Before I met you,
My life seemed so complete.
Oh believe me, no one could compete.
For I was content with my life,
And the progress and sight
Of the world through my eyes.

Before I met you,
I was irresistible and free.
Happy and comfortable being me,
Morning, noon, or night,
Whether cloudy or bright,
An unspoken (quiet) coolness.

Before I met you,
I was full of hope
That life would lead me
Down a path of success and ecstasy.
Full of fire and passion,
Convinced that no one could stop me.

After I met you,
My life seemed so complete
For a brief moment in time.
Oh it’s easy to find
Excuses for why
Success seemed to pass me by.

After I met you,
I felt constrained and limited
To only those dreams
That you schemed into being
Able to give you means.
Now I feel desolate.

After I met you,
I was full of rejection,
And resentment
Because I felt my life has been spent,
Chasing and pursuing you,
A breach of trust with fraudulent intent.


Before and after love,
That’s what I ponder,
As I wander
To find the words to convey,
Day by day
Why I am afraid
Of what I’ve become
Since I met you
And let you
Lead me astray
From what I prayed.
© Thelma P. Jackson

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