Whether it is big/small favour
Or a tragedy.
A winfall
or some other surprise
I did not ask for this to happen.
Yet it did.
So what do I do now?
Be grateful for what I was given or
wail about what was lost.
Then continue within this weird journey
given to me called life.
Eternally grateful.
For this moment.
Shocked and scared.
Excited by the danger.
Impure thoughts replaced.
Only to find arousal still edging in.
Watch him walk towards me.
Smile and nod
Before he passes by
And gone forever.
A colourful doll.
A doll within a doll.
Once again a doll within a doll.
Keep going to find more dolls.
Is the last one,
the tiniest one
solid
or is she hollow?
Like me?
Guilt rides up.
Depression tries to take control.
Emotions well and surge.
All from a small favor asked.
Working.
Exhausted.
Mental Fatigue.
Desire to hide.
Running away is not possible.
So turn the bleary eyes to the future tasks ahead.
I count to five.
The door is closing.
The decision was made.
He did not take the opportunity.
Now he knows how cold it is outside.
So no matter how much he meows
He is staying inside.
It is not a game
though to some it is.
It is not a shame
though you feel it is.
It is not to blame
though some continue the wheel.
It is not an angry flame
though sorrow can fire that fuel.
It is a chance to heal
or perhaps a verse
by those who have seen you
at your worst.
Her smile was warm.
She had a confidence under her shy veneer.
Kind and thoughtful.
A wisdom beyond her years.
She was a good person
Who seemed to understand the divisions.
Bridging those gaps was her specialty.
I will miss her.
I will honour her memory
By trying to be another peacemaker.
Weepy.
Emotionally unstable.
Application of strategies ineffective.
Questions asked.
Answers already known.
Anger and disappointment at the cause.
Tomorrow will be harder.
Things have gone good.
A few difficulties have ensued.
Focus on the positive.
Bad news comes.
Like Job
I may have had a good life
but not until the end
can I say whether it was good or bad.
So as night falls
I look at the day and fall asleep
knowing I did the best I could
with what I had.
Saturn's Premier Poet 