they say you’re not good
that you’re a hypocrite
a wolf in sheepskin

they say you’re a disappointment
you had so much potential
but what are you today?
a burden
a watered seed that never germinates
your gardeners are aging
perhaps it’s strangers that will reap their toil

but you
what have you got to say about yourself?
you’ve been silent
silently working
opening up your sores, your hurts
like fuel tanks
drawing motivation to drive on
pushing
through formidable obstacles
yours is a long story
best written in solitude