Poem answering a prompt about versions that did not quite fit and ones that did
Versions of me Assumed
Mostly have grave markers
As I outlived most of them
The story of the dentists son
The story of the doctors nephew
The story of the professional mother's child
The story of their expectations
That was never meant to be
The story of marrying someone
That did not meet social norms
The story of her anguish
The story of children
Precious to me
That did not complete approval
Save one
The image of a quiet child
Lacking in social grace
That never quite fit in
Who persisted anyway
Defying false assumptions
The version presented
Of me not caring
For my children or family
As my quiet persistence
Did not meet spousal acceptance
The version from her
That said I did not
Give enough effort
Lacking bombast
When persistence wearing the quiet mask
Is the path that leads me
The version I found when she passed
Discovered from my three
Where compassion seeped past
This disguise despite her toxic vitriol
Touching those, I cared about the most
The current version
Where the mask has slipped
Where love has traced its foot steps
With silent force to my heart
Where rebirth in career validates will
Where poetry leads the way
In my thoughts and passion
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2026-06-04 at 15:09
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Poetry Leads the way
At this point in lifeVersions of me Assumed
Mostly have grave markers
As I outlived most of them
The story of the dentists son
The story of the doctors nephew
The story of the professional mother's child
The story of their expectations
That was never meant to be
The story of marrying someone
That did not meet social norms
The story of her anguish
The story of children
Precious to me
That did not complete approval
Save one
The image of a quiet child
Lacking in social grace
That never quite fit in
Who persisted anyway
Defying false assumptions
The version presented
Of me not caring
For my children or family
As my quiet persistence
Did not meet spousal acceptance
The version from her
That said I did not
Give enough effort
Lacking bombast
When persistence wearing the quiet mask
Is the path that leads me
The version I found when she passed
Discovered from my three
Where compassion seeped past
This disguise despite her toxic vitriol
Touching those, I cared about the most
The current version
Where the mask has slipped
Where love has traced its foot steps
With silent force to my heart
Where rebirth in career validates will
Where poetry leads the way
In my thoughts and passion
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 3 times
Written on 2026-06-04 at 15:09
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