To Whom It May Concern,
Once a upon a time, it was hard to discern
Friend from foe.
Their smiles and perceived kindness were merely for show.
Like leeches they latched on
And bled me dry.
As darkness circled, I dared to ask why.
Once removed, I realized it was a long con.
I was nothing but a pawn.
When wisdom struck,
Weeds were plucked.
I stood atop of the muck.
Now I am at the middle.
Life still remains a riddle.
The foundation is no longer brittle.
True friends do not belittle
Your achievements or your dreams.
As karma scatters the seeds,
I wait impatiently for the gleaming trees.
SONYA A WATSON 