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I call out
she hears me yet deliberately there's no reply stubbornly staggering she moves on meandering a sidewalk sidewinder the contents of her purse falls out twice she replaces it the second time completely missing the target hello I say, hello? do you need some help... she doesn't want my help I remember a time before when she said to me "I don't trust you " as I volunteered to call a cab for her now I see her fumble for a set of keys they slip from her fingers their fall echoes when they hit the ground she lurches as she scoops them up running into the edge of the brick wall then rebounding back after another attempt she navigates the door I wonder if her husband knows then, I think to myself... he will find out soon enough its difficult enough to disappoint ourselves its more difficult to disappoint others to feel the heated brand of their disappointment displayed across their faces some will forgive us once more but there'll come a time when they might not forgive choosing instead to let us go and then how will we forgive ourselves fear is the name of that universe in which we live pity to those who can't release themselves from their own bondage even greater do I pity those who've hobbled themselves to live with them no greater mutual suffering was ever shared than this this is no judgment I've known this I've lived this I've asked for release and begun the journey to answers legal copyright for this work and also for this writer/poet/author Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World 8:02am PST June 29th, 2017 based upon an actual event and my observation Just for today...I'm thinking of all the people I've ever known or met through recovery of all kinds, especially today Jamie Montoya who never really was my friend, but yet, still a teacher and example none the less. Jamie died from complications during surgery on June 13...its difficult for me to imagine such a vibrant human being gone. RIP Jamie...you died before your time. I am glad you had time in this earth where you experienced serenity and gave joy and comfort to others that you were able to cultivate within your own life. I'm also reminded to love people while they're with you. Forgive them and forgive yourself. Vote for this poem |
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