To 2017 and that which tried to destroy me in it:
They say “the winner takes it all”
But that isn’t always true;
Even though you’ve watched me fall
There are things I’ll never cede to you:
You cannot take my dignity,
Nor my creative mind,
My soul, my heart, my integrity
Are things I’ll never leave behind.
You may not have the time of day,
You will not control my words,
You shall not tell me what to do,
For you will not be heard.
I will feel nothing for you,
I refuse to see your face,
I will neither think about you,
Nor give your opinions grace.
This is my last communication
Before I close the door –
And thus, I find my liberation,
For you are welcome nevermore.
©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam
This poem appears in the collection titled ‘The Passing Of The Night’.