"I am not judging you" she said.

But why would you use that word then?

Because before you said that,

I hadn't thought it a posssibility

That you were above

And I below;

Handing me down

Something I didn't ask for.

You see, it's not true

that you were not judging.

Your words gave you away.

You might want to know this.

But I won't tell what you seem to not know.

Because it will be safer for all of us that way.

I've run out of answers of how to fix you.

You don't cooperate

Or even make an effort

To live your life the way I think you should

For me

In a way that will serve my interests,

My goals, my dreams.

How dare you live your own life

And have hopes of your own.

Selfish you.

You messed up my plans.

Now I have to be angry

For 20 years.

Look what you've done.

She’s joy, sunshine and somersaults,

a park, a picnic and bookstore.

She shows me the prose

a home for words,

Brave enough to show themselves

Like she does

Here.

And there.

I am new to prose. My dear friend evelyndawn recommended the site to me. I'm looking forward to reading your writing and hopefully sharing some of mine. I am interested in prose and nonfiction but curious about other forms as well. I also hope I can get some practice in letting others read my writing as I have stacks that have never seen the light of day.