Poetry

One hurdle remains.

Past that new ones appear.

Those get cleared.

Only to more have popped up.

They are never ending.

You follow the rules

and get punished for following them.

The elephant is in the room.

Wolves hide among the sheep.

The devil is in the details.

Heaven calls but answers for no one.

The mirror only reflects the facts.

I am a pimple on society’s bum.

What I see is progress.

What she sees is decline.

I know patience is the key.

She thinks discipline

More discipline, not patience is needed.

Time will tell.

When things are going well.

My mind turns against me.

It whispers horrible things to me.

What if’s that are mostly likely not true.

Still, until it is proven wrong

Those thoughts continue.

It is hard to have things go well in my life.

Even if I just try to live each day as they come.

It flies through the air.

The furniture is covered.

The vacuum is good.

Why is that hair so long.

Is that mine?

I guess I just might be a cat too because I too shed hair.

Not my problem.

It is your fault.

I am not to blame!

Who is going to fix this?

Do not look at me.

Just do it!

Nobody else will.

I had a thought

but it went away.

I can not recall

what I was thinking about.

Now, I am wondering

if I forgot to do something.

I hope it was not important.

The bug can be dangerous.

The mannerisms can be damning.

The social media influences in ways that make you wonder.

I just cross things off my list one check mark at a time.

You hear their voice

So often

That even alone

You hear them

Tell you what to do

What to say

Even how to act.

Can I be a good person

If I know I am doing good deeds?

Yes, recognition would be nice

But it makes me happy

Doing the little things

That make them happy.

I still hear the pastors’ voice

Saying good deeds

Will only be recognized by God

If they come from the heart

And not the head.

How can I not think about helping others?

I think I would rather

Be nice

Than forced to be someone

Who only does them

Because authority tells them to.

There is always a choice.

What to say.

What not to say.

Sometimes the silence is an answer.

Whether compliance or obvious.

What you say gets you to the circumstances that you do not want to be in.