In My Thoughts


In my quiet space I do my fair share of thinking

Sometimes I compare my life with those near

What they have and who they have           

There are days, fragmented time segments

Where I feel angry and hurt and left out

That none of my accomplishments or victories

Are given the time of day

Because they were not like everyone else’s

I think about religion and all the flavors of faith

Who am I to judge?

We all say that we are this or that in times of duress

Then when things are good and the sun shines in our face

We step back from that unseen force

I know I do

In my quiet space I see and hear truths

First about those where I feel imbalance

Then with myself because I need to understand

Why, why can’t I have what they have?

Why can’t they see or feel my interpretations?

I often have to take a breath then I come to realize

They most likely think that of me

If they think of me at all

Though nothing really gets sorted out

Days pass and to keep peace things get swept under

They will continue being who they are and how they are

And so will I

 

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