Proof

( A poem a day, every day for 30 days: Day #17)

Image by Bernhard Renner from Pixabay

It was good advice

Gone comically wrong.

or my passions caught a whiff

of desperation

didn’t appreciate

being stalked,

and gave me the slip

No one likes a stalker.

Nothing can bear the burden

of being someone’s everything

raison d’être

Proof certifiable of one’s ultimate worth.

I’ve jumped through every hoop

completed degree after certification after brush up course, still

nothing

no certification,

no proof

nothing

I can take to the bank.