Weeds

Masquerades

Chandeliers

Pretty things

Pearly smiles

An artful dance...

Masking tears

Embellishing darkness

Decorating gloom

Playing pretend

Disguise it cleverly,

This satisfaction...

This "PLAN B"  life

That suites you so fine.

Its a skilled talent...

Thinking all is as it should be...

As it was always meant to be...

As you have been convinced it should be.

Book-smart, but in life... so uneducated

So the misfits creep in

And take what they need

And leave you clueless to the robbery...

Of your body,

Of your mind,

Of your soul.

Sacrificing truth to believe

What is needed to justify on the inside

That which you have done

Not only to one, but many.

Living a guiltless life.

You broke me into pieces,

And shook secure places inside,

And my belief in people...humans...friends.

But such a blessing it was...

Unrevealed...

Until a later time,

When the sunlight of your absence came through

Revealing all the unseen goodness

That can come from removing the "Weeds" of  your life.

And I see clearly now,

That was all you always were.

You, and so many others...

"Weeds".

Although attractive before,

I see now that you were just as dangerous

As the obvious poisons

That had been choking the life out of me for so long.

So along with the pain of your uprooting,

I have gained more room to grow.

Thanks for that.

 All of you.