If nothing, I knew better

Yes, I knew better

with every fiber of my being

I just couldn’t stop the show

even if I’d wanted to

The dancers danced regardless

while the showmen sang,

underpaid and underdressed

If nothing, I knew better

than to give them validation

or the contents of my soul.

Transformation

Any attempt to change who you are

for the benefit of another person

may, for a short while

make that other person happy,

though, with the proper time

and effort to change who you are

to benefit your own becoming

can and certainly will last a lifetime.

And when you allow this transformation

there’s an opportunity for progression,

making obstacles easier to handle,

freedom easier to give,

and makes love easier to receive.

Scars heal.
Women don’t.
Women remember everything.
Every failed step.
Every spoken word, every mistake.

But women forget sometimes,
that men too
are unlike scars.

Men don’t heal either.
Men remember everything.
Every time, every opportunity.
And every failed step.

Then there are scars.
The untimely breakup,
which neither swears
they ever saw coming.