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You failed me,
yes you did. I was joyful. I was dancing. Life had shouldered me up. I dreamt of the laurels. Crowds in me and outside of me. Life having turned, once again feeling victorious. Then you failed me. I am altered. Now carry an extra foot to help me stand. Formerly I did so on my own. (Or so I thought.) Until you betrayed me. And reminded me I couldn't always keep what I thought I had got. You've provide me with the awakening I had not hoped for... First, I felt sorrow. Second, I felt the stab of pain. Third, I felt burning anger. Fourth, I felt the old familiar inertia settling in. Fifth, I felt withered, though I still had my mind. Sixth, my mind became my new devil. Seventh, a rumination took me over. (The inability to move translating itself into an energy of the erosive kind.) Eighth, the devil took to babbling on outrage and nonsense. Ninth, now caught in the clutches of grief, I see before me her mewling children of disbelief, self-pity, haggling, depression, all of them waiting for the shining latter child called acceptance. Tenth, its not over. Left leg, I address you, you have failed me. I feel no longer whole. I will have to forgive you. For I must stand without you or with you now or no more. I'm alone. Copyright December 8,2012 All Rights Reserved By the Author Melissa A Howells/ Meloo from her Tilt-a-World You, reader, may take this literally or not. We have all faced life changes and disappointments. I am trying to take a new tack. Talk about the stress, or in this case, write about it, and the stress diminishes. Vote for this poem |
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