Farther Along

Upon this path,
my shoes are worn,
telling me
to look back.
***
Changes have changed me.
and the results remain vague
And people have helped me
laugh through the dark,
and light the ashes
falling from my eyes
They turn, then turn away.
***
My mind lags,
I'm not thinking ahead,
Nor do I want to.

My views have changed,
for the more bewildering,
and I learn,
Many things,
which are slightly saddening.
***
I no longer catch his eye,
I no longer catch his grimness,
and I stand there impassive to
the anger he can wring,
and continues to stand there,
when he isn't so bad.
***
I dislike,
hold grudges,
as she ridicules (I think),
but as I see her wrongs,
I can almost see her virtues.
***
And I worry of a different her,
I know she has forgotten me,
she thinks she knows the real me,
She know the angry me only.

she says she let go,
and I want to believe her.
And I want to believe,
I've let her go too.............
***
I ask for something simple,
they refuse to comply,
leaving me feeling worse.

but I remember
no-one's the same,
and, though drowned,
I am uplifted.
***
how dare I say sad,
when I am happy?
***
I am told what I love,
is not important,
it is true,
and a lie.
***
My feet are bare,
but no difference is made,
even with shoes,
I still stepped on the glass.
and it still hurt.