No More The Fool

Unshackled and believing

No longer bitten by deceiving.

Blinkers off to allow

Absence of all that's sallow.

Refusing to swallow the pill 

Standing up in strong will.

To see them eat humble pie 

Oh yet you may well ask but why.

For rose coloured specs are no more

Trampled and discarded on the floor.

A forgotten and useless tool 

For no more am I the fool.

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Karen Burns is 49 and lives in Coventry, England and she is a freelance journalist. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.