May 28
Estranged
After long years I have made my own acquaintance, friendship
is on a far distant shore. I know who I
am and can recognize myself on the street or in a crowded room. I have a legitimate sense of wariness of the
afore mentioned persona, nothing too nasty, just a discomfort. She is not someone I would bring home, maybe
not even share a meal with but I can stand her, minus intimacy, minus any deep
empathy. I feel an awkwardness in
acknowledging her, strange as this might sound, she is no one to be ashamed of,
not a truly bad actor and yet the reports say she doesn’t live up to her
potential and I have it on personal authority that she actually surpasses it on
most days and keeps this a closely held confidence. And there it is, I know her secrets but I
don’t keep her. This is what makes me
strange and her stranger.
Catch your reflection in the eyes of a friend
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THE ONE I BOUGHT
There are fairy tales I never gave credence to
Multiple bear stories don’t move me
Cats with footwear have not warranted a second
thought.
True love-----------
Now that one I still buy
Hook line and sinker.
Work hard---------
And true love will fix the rest
That is what I have always believed.
The evil spell I have walked under
During my sad little life will be broken
Only by the durable and fulfilling love of my
betrothed.
Each time this plan fell through
The blame was left to the wrongness of the match
But not the wrongness of the plot
Anytime I work to be restored to sanity by one
person
I have displaced a rightful power
And thrown myself to the sea.
