Your unsolicited voyeurism
Into my life.
Is unnerving.
You peek in at
Odd times, asking questions,
Poking at my existence,
Picking apart
Who I am.
Every part of my life
Is now amplified,
Magnified and super sized.
A prioritized mess
Of single moments
Stitched together
By disease, drugs,
Pain and deeply
Buried truths.
My life,
So much now
An open book.
With The final revisions
being tweaked and edited
On a moment by moment
Basis with each family member
and friends editing their own
Contributions to my life.
I have always been
Strong, independent,
And so sure of
Who I was.
And now, now knowing
Who I am is not
As important as being
The best of who I can be
Right now.
My youth is gone,
And chronic pain
Has soured my looks.
I'll never be pretty again.
The essence of who I am
Has been stripped bare
Exposing my soul,
My faith, my trustworthiness
And every bit of character
My life molded into me
Has been Revealed
exposing every brick
That I have built
Over the years.
My face is now the face
Of disappointment, never having
Fulfilled my life's
One True passion.
It's too late
For that now
And, I suppose,
The end result
Would be the same.
Jupiterjane