Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

It’s funny how people change,
Those you thought would stay your friends forever
Now don’t even know you’re there
Except to point out faults or make fun.
Positive reinforcement does nothing
To bring communication back.

It’s funny how you change.
So close and now so far.
Secrets shared you now never refrain
From sharing with her when they’re not yours to tell.
Places met now given over to the whim
Of a two-day chance.

It’s funny how I change.
Once scared to tell anyone how I felt,
Then unafraid and unabashed I stood up to the winds
That tried to knock me over with slander
And I can fight the battle without the help
I once thought I needed to win.

But the change is back again....
The fear I guess was hidden...it wasn’t gone at all.
The shrinking away from human touch
Is again a part of me...but at other times, I need it
Yet am afraid to ask because if I do, I still will be afraid.
In the end, nothing changes.

It’s all as it was....just not as it seemed to be.
Illusions brought on by hope and longing
Are shattered like a fragile antique mirror.
The butterfly’s wings are clipped
And she is crumbled into a tiny ball
That is shoved back into the crystalis...
The false emblem of hope.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak