Prep the fun
between the jobs
and watch the innocent
frollick,
remember how that used
to feel.
Experience childhood again.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Prep the fun
between the jobs
and watch the innocent
frollick,
remember how that used
to feel.
Experience childhood again.
Punish those who seek
out respite
with more action and stress,
laugh at their panic
before they disappear,
then later ponder
why you never
see them again.
At least you had your fun.
Approach and offer
to ease anxiety
but deplete earnings,
the decision of what
is needed more
doesn’t take long
to be concluded.
Continue the story
of years ago,
one thought forgotten
but now revealing
a renewed life,
ready to share
its secrets.
Retreat higher up
and curl into digression,
hoping for a moment
to forget the turmoil
and pretend
simpler times and emotions
are your only concern.
Confusing limbo,
second guessing all the signs
and intuition,
praying for a different outcome
but trying not to hope
so if life is still just normal
you don’t forget
to appreciate all you have,
which is still more than some.
Deep breath,
smile and carry on.
A drop or two
to disappoint
then a confusing nothing,
unsure what to expect,
wondering what you should
be hoping for
and second guessing
all the signs
as you wait for
more drops to follow.
Dance to a movement
unknown, to an audience
of nothing,
not knowing one stands silent,
smiling and watching
and gaining courage
to carry on their story.
Stack by five
for a tower of delight,
packed into enticement
for eager fingers to clutch
so they can escape
for a moment of indulgence.
Exit from life
but linger
to avoid the unknown,
creating a personal purgatory
of endless misery,
the emotion is familiar
at least
and preferable
to the horrifying end
that awaits.