I Used To Be

I used to be

an optimist of old

who sang

laughed

clapped

and taught doubters her many high ways.

Now I am

an optimist of shackles,

weighed and bore down by

tears

fruitless laughter

sorry glances

and endless drowning thoughts of death,

each breath bidding her quick arrival.

 

--thedoubtingbutterfly-- 10/28/16

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