A Case Of Hidden True Colours Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

I rinsed out all of your past words of praise
When i realized that they were counterfeit;
Your choice of ink changes with your mood!
Are we not all disposable to you?
Ireland tried to warn me of your sting
But i didn't listen...
Until you raked me over the coals for a disclosure
That you embraced and disclosed the following year.
When you would tell me that certain ones were not nice
I believed you...no reason not to.
Your sting has left my heart still swollen and sore!
You are the reason i left...that small cafe on the Seine;
Today, i wonder how far that bile of yours will go.
Reminding me that you cannot make something
Beautiful out of the bad things that you did do...
Or the things that you said about others.
Today, WE realized just how treacherous & smug you really are.

Karma has a funny way of arriving
When you least expect it.
I wonder what colour you will be that day...
Will you be green with envy? As jealousy nearly destroyed you.
Or yellow with bitter gall and fear?
Nobody knows the true you, no one.
But, we do.
Oh yes, i always shared my little letters
From you with my better half.


By, Theodora Onken

September 22,2012