And in a deep-rooted voice,
she said, "Never again like that."
Never again will someone treat me like that,
Never again will someone talk to me like that,
Never again will I allow someone to shout like that,
Never again Will I lose my cool like that,
Never again will I wear smart shoes while walking like that,
Never again will I make open promises on a Sunday like that,
Never again will I stay up so late like that,
Never again will I fall for that line like that,
Never again will I be sucked in like that,
Never again will I be the one to take all the flak like that,
Never again will I be the one to lead like that,
Never again will I send an email like that,
Never again will I send a text like that,
Never again. will I leave a message like that,
No marching boots on the hill and in the silence stood never again like that.
Never again will I be the one who says it out loud like that,
Never again will I buy shoes with straps like that,
Never again will I buy a size smaller like that,
Never again will I wear underwire heaving me up, sucking me in like that,
Never again will I make a fool of myself like that,
Never again will I be sick like that,
Never again will I wake up in my clothes like that,
Never again will I meet the bathroom floor like that.
Never again will I meet the blue-tiled steps like that,
Never again will I lose my keys like that,
Never again will I be used like that,
Never again will I give so willingly like that,
Never again will I lose my jacket like that,
Never again will I let myself down like that,
Never again will I drink like that,
Never again will I drink like that,
No marching boots on the hill and in the silence stood never again like that,
A little tired, weary in her knowing is our friend the never again like that,
She sways then stoops and peers over the jagged hillside of yesterday’s promise,
Her dawn whisperings were often lost into the morning air…hoping this time would be the last time playing never again like that…
"No one is coming," she said.
No marching boots on the hill and in the silence stood never again like that.
"No one is coming," she said. "No one is coming."
No marching boots on the hill and in the silence, I stood.
"I am here" I whispered "No need for marching boots on the hill, I will take it from here," I said.
by Susan
