Getting that text
Saying someone
Left you a long
Letter,
& thinking
The worst?
Being asked
To come into
The office
For a little chat
& wondering
What you did
Wrong?
Getting the call
Being asked
For your full name
& not sure
If someone
Has died?
The tightening
Of the throat,
Clutching your
Stomach,
Fear gripping
Your chest,
&
That horrible
Sinking feeling?
Why is the worst
So much easier
To leap to?
Is it the company
We keep?
The counsel
We listen to?
Or has someone
Convinced us
That the still
Small voice
Is a liar?
Sometimes I
Remember
That the constriction
In my chest
Isn't the truth,
Sometimes I
Forget.
Does that ever
Happen to you?
Have you ever
Felt like me?
Like me
Have you ever
Wanted it
To be some other
Way?
For hope to be granted?
For goodness to shine
Through the fog
Of fearful imagination?
Don't let the
Pessimist convince
You of the lie
They are a realist.
For reality
Is constructed
In how you
Look at it…
& if I had
My choice
I'd rather
Be right
About
The good,
Than the bad.
And those
Good and bad
Right and wrong
Are constructed
Even still
Through how we
Judge things,
And I don't know
About you
But I'd rather
Choose looking
At things
In such a way
That it's all good.
Have you ever
Felt that way?
And just didn't
Know how to get
From here
To there?
Me too…
Then I remembered
I had a choice
&
So do you…
We just need
To remember.
