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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.





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