I know it’s true, of me I speak

That no matter my stature

I am generally weak


I never seem to get it right

No matter what it is

I’m always facing night


I was late to understand

What I was all about

Always in a naive land


Late to discover girls it seems

Too busy stumbling through

Anticipatory but false dreams


I never discovered what to do

With my life coming up

Unlike many, most of you


I had no passion to discover

What it was that drove me

On my mind was something other


Always too shy to display

Any future after school

What would become my way


Sports were beyond question

Stumbling was more my style

Even with my speedy run


Always afraid to be seen

As what I might become

And always seeming green


Nothing has changed over years

I discover now what I’m not

And cry those regretful tears.


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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