Sometimes they can be delayed.
Never say you will do something
you have no plans on keeping.
Broken trust
leads to broken hearts
and hurts you more than them.
For when you can keep your word
will they trust you to?
Today, a promise was fulfilled
and the trust given
was kept.
Is it yellow and crusty
or merely a dark stain?
Can we all take the blame
or is it only individually derisive?
The religion is not the disgrace
but the followers who live without its true guidance.
Using faith as a reason
merely lets you disavow any discriminations.
Yet, is this the truth?
Or am I wallowing in self pity
as I watch my soul hurt more
and more.
What punishment can be given
when you see the finger tracks
left along the top.
In this heat
is it fair to deny them
this pleasure?
Since it was supposed to be my treat
and the popsicles theirs
I will figure something out.
Consequences will be doled out!
Not ice cream
which was eaten
so that this could not happen again.
When you remember
something
that you were supposed to do
and forgot about
can be humbling
or merely
painful.
Though
as tough as it is
admitting
mistakes
can make you feel better.
So
sorry
I forgot to post
my poem
yesterday.
The saga continues.
As the heat climbs steadily
Life does not return to normal.
Global warming?
Do you believe the science?
Cause this heat wave is no stretch of my imagination.
It sits on the kitchen table.
Waiting for me to open it.
Things keep happening.
My mind plays tricks on me.
Life gets in the way sometimes.
The new puzzle will have to just wait.
Instead of Lemonade
I want to make
Lemon Meringue Pie.
It is sweeter and the topping is so cool.
To look at and to eat.
Though if the weather continues as it is
I might need some lemonade soon.
Life throws curve balls all the time.
A year of schooling needing to be repeated.
Or semesters lost due to mental health issues.
Unable to afford going back is always a challenge.
What is the way forward?
Lesson learned.
Take the hits and keep moving forward.
Life is not all about classrooms
but sometimes they are the most fun ones.
Arms outstretched
Trying to cover him
As I stare into the eyes of his father.
He sleeps
The nightmare shuddering through him.
I plead
beseeching his father
stop hurting your child.
He did all he could to help you.
He hurts from the guilt that he feels
from thinking he did not do enough already.
Leave him alone.
Let him heal.
Shouldn’t a father want what is best for his child?
Help him!
Please help him!
Tears run down my face
waking the sleeper up.
He asks why am I crying.
I look up
and his father’s ghost is gone.
I tell him I had a bad dream.
Feed the soul
Junk food tasty
Mediate and yoga?
Iced coffee with whipping cream.
Helping others.
Yelling at a stranger.
Making peace with grief.
Losing all your money.
Stepping out of your comfort zone.
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