When Once Upon Time is Not Enough
The kitty is heaving again.
The moon is not in sight.
I think of daffodils in spring
And how change leads.
I cried some tonight.
I watered the bamboo.
My bank account is low.
Opportunity keeps knocking.
I have a date this week.
I feel flat as a day old coke.
I want butterflies and starlight.
Instead I ponder meaning
In the quiet of keystrokes
That lulls sadness out my fingers
I am getting good at letting go.
I am getting good at moving on.
Hurt comes from many sources:
Mom is dying, a boss disrespects me,
That marriage that won’t quite end,
Friends who don’t have time to be friends,
And my kitty might be sick again
And I cannot pay for her care.
Ah well. Life always goes on.
I brush myself off.
I dry my tears.
Someone said I am not alone.
But then she must not know me
As well as she thinks she does.
An old beau called. Go figure.
We all want something.
I am seeking peace in the calm
Of what whirls around me
For my heart beat soothes
And nothing heals like a little
Forgiveness and boatloads of hope.
So let me plant my hope on the page
And find one thing I can end.
Punctuation is overrated…periods
Only make room for once upon a time:
And somewhere someone always lives,
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Editor: Bryonie Wise
Photos: flickr Creative Commons