Realisation…
I put my hands up, stretching, almost touching the ceiling. That’s
the moment I touched my fate. For if sense is found in the depths of reality, I
found deceit, anger and the unknown. For at that moment I realised, I found, I
understood.
They say everybody is a genius, yet I am but a fool. In not
facing reality I had failed to stir my own car. In refusing to move I had
walked right into a mirror, and so my reflection stares back at me through
broken glass, a wounded heart and a mended fate.
If only I had known that the moment we got close, betrayal
would always be part of the deal. For she said, “you are cute”. I bought the
innocence that came with those wide teary eyes. I bought the stories carried by
the wind that happened to blow from within you. And they say rumours hurt, yet
reality cuts even deeper.
I saw you as one of my own, yet I always announced I was the
best gunman in town. What I didn’t know was that arrows are just as lethal, n
the wound takes longer to heal if not fatal. For in this game of guns and
arrows, I learnt to be the apple target…because you convinced me they would
miss.
They talk about blowing your own horn yet today I realised that
they don’t talk…you did. In so doing I trusted the enemy, and never realised I
was in bed with the enemy until I realised it was a bed of roses that
eventually die…yet thorns survive forever.
