Sometimes
I lose my way
Sometimes
I figure out how to stand up for myself
Sometimes
I weigh out the evidence
and find the truth is still elusive
I’ve lived here for more than 50 years
you’d think I’d be used to the terrain
But still
my humanness
is carried in your holster
or propped up and sighted in
waiting for me to tip and turn
the wrong way
my breast fully exposed
in the barrel’s sights
What will you see this time
Your open shot
or that I am
lonely and imperfect
same as you
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
4 comments:
We are all a work in progress. Hang in there. X
We all are, aren't we? And it is the loneliest and most lost who pretend to be perfect.
This one hurts. Living under the constant gaze of judging eyes watching through the scope sights... it's an ouch!!!
I love it! Such cool imagery and it conveys so much emotion. One of my favs.
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