trying to find a place to land
the old tricks don't work anymore
nor does the sleight of hand
trading snow and winter's cold
for days of desert heat
all of those you used to know
are strangers when you meet
unsettled shadows walk the streets
a shroud of misery holds
while you wait in agony
for all of it to unfold
disparaged thoughts and words fall deaf
upon the ears once loved
circling 'round the matriarch
as she takes off her gloves
don't turn your back, take all the flack
as your shoulders broaden
all that once lay hidden deep
surface through cracks as flaws
don't worry friend, this too shall end
time has a way of healing
they will see when they make their peace
that you'd hit the glass ceiling
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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