Poems and Poetry

You’re Not One of Them | A Poem by G. Louis Heath

I wish I had handled things better. They
wouldn’t have walked all over me. I burn

with regret, recycling the ways I didn’t act
and the ways I should’ve. But this is wrong

thinking, I decide, as my ego sits in the dock
awaiting my ex officio ruling. I rise in my

judicial robes, pajamas and slippers beneath,
and read the verdict: I find you were not weak.

You should get off your own case. Stop beating
up on yourself. Rejoice that you are a poet whose

weapons are words. (I point at felons in orange
jumpsuits outside). You’re not one of them.



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