((( My Mr. Big))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

((( My Mr. Big)))

Rating: 4.0


My Mr. Big Loved:

Spinning self-centered tales-

He was like the city himself;

Cold, exhausting and infuriating...

Much later in our relationship-

When i washed the city off of my face-

I could clearly see in my mirror of past reflection;

Its not the journey but the destination-

And upon arriving:

Its the learning-

The seeing-

The understanding-

The revealing-

The rescueing-

The saving-

From an almost disaterous end-

That was awaiting me just-

'Round Prevaricators Bend...

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