They never listen when you say
that each instance tips the scales.
Every time they go beyond the pale
you move a measured step away.
They think that you are only there for them to use;
their ascendance suggests that they will never lose.
Metre by metre your mind recedes,
hidden behind your bulk and their egos.
Too blind to see each retreating pace,
one day they search for you in vain.
You’re out of reach – a distant speck
vaguely silhouetted against the sunset.
Your freedom comes with grief for what is lost,
but you must count your blessings, not the cost.
The Daily Post #Measure
©Jane Paterson Basil