Noele Flowers

Tuesday brought the words I most detested

But oddly spoken by myself, not heard.

And everything in which I once invested

Flew from my grip and lifted like a bird

To skies that cruelly readied to receive

The highest valued thing I said was mine

That took from me my love and watched me grieve

And left me with sore feet and aching spine

You wandered through my mind for twelve months time

For you I was both want and loath to lose

You taunted me with rhythm, tune, and rhyme

Until I saw I had myself to choose.

It took so long for me to hear the sound

That said, “You only need to turn around.”