{"id":18007,"date":"2016-08-13T09:48:51","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:48:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18007"},"modified":"2016-08-13T10:08:35","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:08:35","slug":"the-end-of-all","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-end-of-all\/","title":{"rendered":"The End of All&#8230; Poem 1\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"<hr \/>\n<p>1955 \u2013 the beginning of it all<\/p>\n<p>my mother thought my baby face<\/p>\n<p>was the most beautiful she\u2019d ever seen\u2026<\/p>\n<p>her friends and family said \u201cHow cute!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>my father\u2026 I don\u2019t know if he was present, lol!<\/p>\n<p>whatever I was perceived to be, by whomever,<\/p>\n<p>most words said were blessings and were kind\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>but other words were spoken over my life\u2026<\/p>\n<p>about me, about who the ones that spoke them<\/p>\n<p>thought that I should be\u2026<\/p>\n<p>words that I had no control over,<\/p>\n<p>words that wreaked havoc in my soul,<\/p>\n<p>and caused a vortex<\/p>\n<p>of misfortune that scarred and dented<\/p>\n<p>whom I was truly meant to be\u2026<\/p>\n<p>words that still scar me<\/p>\n<p>and play tricks on my mind<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and now, in 2016,<\/p>\n<p>it\u2019s my turn to say my say with words<\/p>\n<p>to make undone what words have caused:<\/p>\n<p>and I say: no more!<\/p>\n<p>no more will other people\u2019s words<\/p>\n<p>cause me to tumble out of balance<\/p>\n<p>through the vastness of the universe<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this is MY turn \u2013 and I say:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is THE END of their story\u2026<\/p>\n<p>The beginning of mine&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-18062\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/me8_1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"me8_1\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/me8_1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/me8_1.jpg 540w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Antoinette LeRoux \u00a92016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1955 \u2013 the beginning of it all my mother thought my baby face was the most beautiful she\u2019d ever seen\u2026 her friends and family said \u201cHow cute!\u201d my father\u2026 I don\u2019t know if he was present, lol! whatever I was perceived to be, by whomever,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18007","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18007"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18313,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18007\/revisions\/18313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}