not always so. No longer
a tangle of censored actions, insecurities,
or efforts to blend into mindless,
matter-of-course, societal ways.
to unexpected wiles, barely the
shadow of a once-cautious child.
An impervious spirit,
no longer pacified by attention
from just anyone. Once mistaking paltry
pick-up lines for poetry, sucking in the
seduction of each stanza, forever
confusing choice with
chance. Always learning the
difference the hard way.
Now bypassing innocuous
thought, ideals embraced
only by the tame. Tried that before. Never
again. Wild heart now, not always so,
no longer does it pulse for the pleasure of
someone else. Security comes
from knowing blood rushes only
for favour of the self.
©2017 j.g. lewis
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