Unwelcome Intrusion

A poem about Sally Anne Parsons

Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash

You had to wait while I chatting
you have no awareness of yourself

Acted like we were long-lost friends
but you stabbed me and lied too

I accepted your failure, the price was high
I am 
conciliated but not reconciled

Your painted face just the same, a mask
so few see the real you, my daughter was first

Don’t try to speak with me again if you see me
I will depart your presence because you broke a trust

Don’t cross my path, I’ll turn away
there’s nothing left for us to say

Published in The Lark

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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