Such Envy, I have.
For those with no doubt.
For whom life’s plan is clear.
A destination, clearly, seen at the end.
For those who walk on level ground,
Stable ground with no pitfalls or detours.
Such Envy, I have.
For those with no questions.
For whom land is their constant companion.
A horizon of luscious land, no sea within sight.
For those who never experience the terror of being
battered to-and-fro, alone, in a storm.
Three women sitting down together
Each discussing their lives
All are separate yet
All are the same.
A three-sided mirror sits
Each face waiting to reflect
The first face – always uncovered
Catches the sun’s rays
To send out to the world.
The second – sometimes uncovered
In only the deepest silences
Always alone despite the crowd.
The third – never uncovered.
Its face, unknown even to its owner
Who sometimes always with
The greatest of trepidation
Gathers a moment of courage
To grab the corner of the cover
Intending to pull it back and reveal
What lies beneath.
Only to stop at just the last moment,
Each and Every time.
Three women, three lives.
Three mirrors, three images.
Two lies and one truth, or
Three truths and no lies?
Two creatures walked together, hand in hand,
One a mouse, the other a man.
If given a choice to choose between the two,
Always choose the mouse, it’s better for the health of you.
We, the Shocked and Stunned, gather to mourn a death. The death of Hope – an entire generation’s. A promising child strangled before her prime, long before she reached her full potential. All in an effort to make great again that which questionably ever was. She was killed by the most absurd of weapons: an Orange Buffoon wielded by the blind and deaf. Mute Cowards were witness to the murder, and yet, did nothing to save her. Proving true that old adage once again. A hole has been left in our hearts that may never be healed. Nevertheless, we shall try to move forward. All while pretending our ship’s not sinking despite the cries of those overboard