Careful Not to Hurt!
These days
I die
a little
each day
from
all the barbs
that have been
flung my way
through the years!
I pull through
each day
somehow
recalling
all the darts
of love
that were
shot my way
through the years.
I live, I die;
I survive, I succumb;
till I deign
to ask myself:
"What's your score?
How many did you
'barb' or 'dart'
little by little
through the years?"
Though careful
not to hurt
I always was,
I wonder
if I'll
ever have
the answer
to live on
unapologetically!