My Day at the Fair

my decision
you thought
was quite
impetuous
impulsive
immature
reactive
spiteful
even
I assure you
it was
not
your recent words
all about you
(of course)
focused thoughts
I had been mulling over
for some time
like a laser
in that moment
of crystalline clarity
I realized it was
long past time
to dismount
the carousel
we have been
riding
I have loved the
painted horses
ostrich
zebra
the elephant
wreathed with
roses and gold
but I have known
for some time
that you see me
as an object
a tool
for your use
I have grown weary
of broken  promises
the tinny music
the flashing lights
of this circular
ride
it is time
to go home

© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

7 thoughts on “My Day at the Fair

  1. We often cared too much about what others think of us, that we conformed to their beliefs of what we should be, how we should act, and in the process of trying to appease others, we lose our selves…

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