Where is that woman I used to be
So naive and trusting
Before life happened
Now jaded, shaded, not quite the same
It’s hard to trust when you feel the sting of betrayal
After you realize that not everyone can be trusted
After you’ve been hurt enough times
Now I’m somewhere in between
Still trying to be that one I was before
Still loving deeply, and forever
Forgiving…yet not quite
I surprise myself sometimes
With the thoughts that come
Even the words sometimes that just come out
I wasn’t like that before
I’m homesick for that dumb, naive girl
But not enough to return
It wasn’t safe there
But I’m not quite sure…
Is this better?
June 30, 2012 at 1:11 am
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June 30, 2012 at 4:08 pm
I love it @ It’s hard to trust when you feel the sting of betrayal….
June 30, 2012 at 4:27 pm
Thanks Tim, and it really is. I go back and forth day to day with all this I think…or minute by minute sometimes. I’ll get there eventually…I hope. :)
July 1, 2012 at 11:50 am
The good & bad may not ever balance out, you seem to ask in this poem,
Where Is That Woman?” Naivete vs. maturity…
July 1, 2012 at 11:54 am
I think it’s more naivete vs. cynicism that I was thinking in the poem…or maybe not even cynicism, but a hardening of the heart.
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