Commiserate

Never had the words
The uncompassing wisdom
Always meant to lean back
Stay out of the spotlight

Never made the choice
Cowardly afraid of freedom
Locked inside a beauty trap
Stay out of your reality

Never took the leap
Faith was just a fancy word
All the arrows you could deny
Stay out of this realm

And yet you have seen light
Now you are hiding behind the door
You have been set free
But you don't want to lose your place

So delicate, so fresh and naive
Never meant to act for good on yourself
So hurt by your own nails
Pour some vinegar on your wound

And say so long...