Thursday, May 5, 2011


It takes time
To be who you are
Get to where you are going
You start with baby steps
Then bigger steps
Patience is what matters
Sometimes or most times
It is not your enemies that get you down
It is the ones you love the most
Who try to discourage, torment and break your spirit
When your enemies come at you
You are ready to fight
Be steadfast, get over and defeat them
But, when it is the people you love
The wound is so deep
Deeper than a knife
It tears at your heart
The pain is in your eyes
Your soul cries out for divine help
It takes a lot of inner power to overcome this
It takes a long time to heal
The wounds are the battle scars
They are a constant reminder
Of the betrayal and pain.
To overcome this is like climbing a mountain
With hidden terraces and cervices
Traps and predators
If only they understood
If only they were patient
If only they cared enough
To hold your hand
Hold your head
Whisper positive and encouragement
Maybe then
They would be standing with you at the end of the race.
It takes years to build a man
Irony is
It takes a minute to break him.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection.