834 Poem by Lisa Rose

Decades, lies, before my eyes
Life; half over now
Decisions made
A debt well paid
Apparent on my brow.
A staggered journey
Once unknown
Hath now the path waved clear
A steady hand of growth renown
Replaced ego-known fear.
Looking backward, abiding brief
A peering, painful glance
Into the eyes enabled
For my love,
Thought worth the chance.
A disheartened script
Ill written
As the curtain came to close,
No roses thrown upon the stage
For the actress in the "Throes"