Who am I now? with wrinkles forming around a
Wedding ring. I never thought I would marry;
never thought the beauty would come out;
never knew the power of words, just wielded them as
Weapons.
Parachutes.
Extra layers of clothing.
What truths do I now know? if they are
Truths, or perceptions, or what is a reality
if not a mirror of thousands of voices, some of them
Wrong, but there are falsehoods in all truths and
I am grateful for the balance.
Justice.
When justice happens.
Why doesn’t justice happen? I am guilty of
Hoping for more when others have less;
never consistently happy;
never not ignorant of my quality of life, just waiting for things to
Happen and people to
Forget.
We all forget.
Where do I live now? my house is too
Large for me, but I like it fine, but there’s too much
Stuff, and I used to have neither largeness in
Space, nor largeness in stuff, and for the dirt on my feet
I am grateful.
Disbelieving.
Blessed.
The word rolls off the tongue so easy. It is
Everything: hashtag blessed. It is
Media, friendships, life. It is also
Struggles, truths, weapons, parachutes.
Extra layers of clothing.
6-10-17