Strange Bedfellows

For the prompt Strange Bedfellows at Sunday Scribblings:

Stuck in the middle,
Between the Me I used to be,
And the Me I want to be,
Is the Me I am now.
And like perfect strangers –
Waking up in the same bed
After a liquor doused night
and debauchery to forget,
They can’t relate
To just how different
They really are.

3 thoughts on “Strange Bedfellows

  1. I find it difficult to write to this prompt… too many ways to be obvious. Your approach… ahhh now that works. truely strange bedfellows are we.


  2. Wow! The ending is such a surprise. Love when that happens. Also, this poem is so hopeful for anyone who wants to change or think they are just born to be a certain way.


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