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Much Ado About Nothing
by Genevieve Sturrockoh what a tangled
web we weave
when we allow
ourselves to believe
we are treasured
by those we adore
what a rosy
world of deception
behind those
shades we live in
while our basic
needs are ignored
those pretty pretty
words you speak
are as full of holes
as a steel screen
yet you polish them
as if they were gilt
bound by
convoluted deceit
blind to your
obvious conceit
you will never see beyond
these walls you built 12/25/2007 Author's Note: my apologies to The Bard for lifting his title...but it seemed appropriate.
sometimes we can't see the forest for the trees.
Posted on 12/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 12/26/07 at 01:59 AM Very true, reminds me of one I wrote awhile back called The Dark Side of Love |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/26/07 at 08:43 AM This is so good that I will use it, with your permission Genevieve, for the co-dependency group that I co-counsel. A person needs to know that they cannot rely on others for their feelings of self-worth and happiness. It must first come from within. EXCELLENT and into my faves. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/18/09 at 01:38 PM I agree- the only person who can make you happy is yourself. If you don't like yourself, how can you expect anyone else to? Thiss piece is wonderfully written and very thought provoking! |
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