September 11, 2009
HURT BY PROXY
I wasn’t part of it
Or so I thought.
I only watched from the edges.
How did this happen?
Why am I hurt?
Ever the cheerleader,
Offering support
With a forced smile.
And a needy heart.
That long ago neglect
Haunts me, trips me.
Ugly insecurities
Turning friendships
Into pillars of salt.
© JAM 2009
Filed by notz at 9:18 pm under Poetry