“ME”

“ME”

What we once thought was ours,
Was not;
We carried it anyway,
Even when the pain was great.

We thought we could not take it anymore,
We did;
Time went on and on,
Then we found ourselves, hard, cold, and ugly.

We could not even look at ourselves
without a deep sick feeling inside;
With that sick feeling…we just carried on,
We could not, would not let that sickness go.

Then one day we just had to stop,
And there, at the water’s edge
We saw it? In the mirror on the water,
We saw what that sickness really was;

It was me all along.
There were no others.
Only “Me!”

Vicky Ann Brocato
VaV-VOOM!
“1996”