Caveat Emptor: I don't take responsibility for what happens to you after you've read this poem....unless it is something good ;)
IT or it?
you run away from it
you hide it, you fight it
you deny it, you ignore it
you chase it away (have you, really?)
and believe it has no longer a say
you even laugh it off, half-heartedly though
you just don't want to handle it, you know!
and then comes the day of reckoning
which you've been doing anything but beckoning
it looks you straight in the face
in the most inescapable of ways
and you know that's that
no time to fume or fret
it's all over and done
so, you face it like a woman
and then you know, it's you...not it
it was always (meant to be) there, you weren't the one that fit
so you take it, even embrace it
it's not that bad when you accept, of life, every bit
life is, of course, lit with lights but also the gaps between
that's the way things are, will be and have always been!
by Nirmala alias Nimmy :)