Reputation
No one whispers to you
what they whisper about you
to others
Though they might
taunt and tease
And while there may be
truth in the taunting
it’s never the whole truth
Only God knows
the whole truth
your whole heart
the pain in the depths
of your tortured soul
And He whispers to you
You are my beloved
What they say
doesn’t matter to Me
Don’t let it define you
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So, I’m curious, dear Linda about what someone has said or presumably said behind your back!
Nasty!
More frequent, methinks, than forthrightness in an age that seems to value being PC above all.
Speaking of PC–I have a hard time with marking the stars after any given poem you have written. Who the heck am I to grade you like that on a poem?!?!
I could say what I most liked; in private I might ask why this or that….but I can’t bring myself to grade you–certainly not in public.
That said, I think your writing just keeps getting better.
Keep going!
Yo sista.
Kathleen
Kathleen, This was not inspired by anything recent. I’ll tell you about it sometime. Thanks for the encouragement. Peace, Linda