Sunday Scripts: On the Subject of Cynicism

abrupt, cynical, extraction, fracas, starry-eyed

\\ I, too, miss the days before I grew cynical 
when I let myself go starry-eyed
dazzled by expectation and hope 
before every ounce of deeply held trust was extracted 

I’m told it was a strange and abrupt transition 
from the girl brimming with delight and anticipation 
to the young woman wary and doubtful, 
guarded against the future and its agents of change 

But to my raw and ruined soul,
every shattered expectation and broken hope 
created an eternal vortex of pain 
with I the nucleus of this fracas 

Growing frayed and fragile 
until I released all claim 
to desire or trust in any future, 
having tasted the knowledge I’ll always be forgotten // 

Many thanks to everyone on Instagram who participated in this week’s poetry ritual! If you would like to join in the poetry creation next week, check out my Substack notes or Instagram story to submit your random words