Monday, April 02, 2012

Transitions



Transitions

She sees sunshine and rainbows where I see horror and atrocity
And setbacks and...
And unsteady degrees of disappointment and despair
And lying liars and grinning devils well camouflaged by golden deeds
Intuition and wisdom suggests we are both right

She has long outgrown that child’s game
Where if you step on the cracks,
You break your momma’s back

I see the cracks, and I am afraid of what lies between
Of losing my grip or my footing or
Of losing my grasp on my ever unraveling
On my evermore fraying, beloved knot that seems to
That is in fact ever rapidly
Even quicker than rapidly dissolving in my clutch
And building in my throat

She’ll be fine
But things will be different…







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