Poetry

I am not allowed to raise my voice.

I am not allowed to voice displeasure.

I am not allowed to be angry.

She only wants me to be calm

so she can cuddle on me.

Otherwise it is love nips

and pathetic mews that show her distress

at my undesirable display of hard emotions.

So I am forced to be calm

or suffer her claws and mews

at her overwhelming displeasure!

 

The tune is old

It is new and lively

Sweet and slow

Aged to perfection

Born as of today

No one has heard it before

Everyone knows the song

Our ancestors danced to it

and now we join along.

Once the story is told

The breadth of it will hurt many.

But I will remember.

The deceptions and lies

Undercutting the truth

I will remember.

The defences and the blame

All to cover up the shame

But I will remember.

History will distort these events

Taking facts out of context

And still I will remember.

Your brain won’t shut off

Each sound

Each movement

Every single shadow

Makes you jump

Shivering you fearfully stride on

Trying to find shelter

And hope your brain

Lets you forget the horrible game

You should not have begun

To play

Irony is in the folded pant cuff

that keeps unrolling

as you steam it.

Actions that continue to be done

time and time again

even though the results are the same.

Failure is a tool,

but so is knowing

when failure is no longer an option

and choosing a different strategy.

Wake up and smell the coffee

because this fall

the snow has already covered the late blooming flowers.

So enjoy what is left of the morning

and practice what you preach

or end up as a stoned monument in the past.

Skills have gotten rusty

Need to practice

Where did my stamina go?

Wow, breathing is difficult

Break is needed

When did this get difficult?

Wait, the skill is not necessary

why don’t I just stick with…

What do you mean it’s outdated?

Time to go back to school.

It means she has awakened

and in this groggy state

may refuse to cooperate

to eat her eggs and bacon

Sigh, oh what a fate!

Uncertainty is killing me.

I can not chose or decide.

What holds me back

is that which put me here

in the first place.

All I want is to be capable

of doing what needs to be done

and yet I tremble at the thought

of stepping outside my door.

Things won’t go well

if I just ignore them

and so I deny the facts

and hide

hoping that a miracle happens

knowing that

it will only be granted once I open my eyes

and take that first step.

Outside.

The numbness appears again

This time from a small molecule

of dread

This time

I welcome it

Disappointment will soon happen

so why bother to worry

Do what needs to be done

and hope

but this time

I hope as the numbness spreads

that I do not lose my soul

Again

To merely understand

To choose wisely

and hope the rest of the country

followed suit

To not have to worry about the consequences

of the rash majority

should they decide

to put the least trustworthy

one into power