Chapter Closed

Tip-toe over strange whispers of

Words which fall from the mouths

Of sharp-tongued serpents.

I grieve a mirror-image,

Slightly distorted by your alcoholised-hot-breath.

It seems to take confessionals to close

Our chapter.

I hope to follow the opposite path,

To carve out my own road,

Brick by yellow brick.

Naivety and optimism have led me

To lessons learnt and stories untold.

I am changed, but look closely- you may see a glimmer of the girl I once was.