Indifference


she knew, had always known,
her path would wind itself through
out-of-the-way meadows, her journeys

would follow uncharted courses,
drawing unpredictable maps and
destinations... and she knew too

that these choices were her own
to make, not for the naysayers, who
listed the reasonings of 'could not'

and 'should not', to decide, defining
capabilities with misconceptions of
flawed and misguided thinking... she

raised her shield of determination, flailed
a dagger of stubbornness, turned
'blind' eyes to conformity of others,

hiding the bruising of spirit, the
questioning of self, left by their lack
of faith in her... and she hid it well

behind the mask of indifference.


© mdbadgerow 2009