I thought those avenues
Were sound and secure
You had me believing
And damn I was sure
But only a fool believes
In things they can’t actually see
And now I know exactly
What you did to me
Those anchored avenues
Were apparently all for show
The truth came out
And so I let you go
People always ask me
If regrets still exist
But how can a broken heart
Even want to persist
The absence of you
Has only made me stronger
And I’ll never regret
Not wanting you any longer
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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🙂 Another good poem filled with lots of sentiments 🙂
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Thank you 😉
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Good writing. Is that like being grounded. (Not the the kind your parents say you are when you have been naughty).
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Yes, I suppose so. And I really have no idea where the thought for this poem came from because it isn’t written about a particular experience that I had. When I was thinking about the prompt “anchored avenues” it seemed relevant to this sort of scenario, to write about someone being anchored, despite the troubles they may have faced. Seems like hardships have their benefits sometimes and I wanted to get that message across.
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