Whatever you do

don’t feel sorry

things roll like flashing dice, casting fates

they do not require apology

she is the one on social media

who has no family

no one with the same last name

an orphan of surname

she pretends joining, thou her joins are frayed

there is a lock where her expectations meet

the silt and sloth of each long day

her heart spends most of its time

caring for others the way she wished

she were cared for

giving into a void, it can feel at times

like pouring water into sand and scooping it up

thirsty and forbidden to drink

her goal, to rectify through action

the irreducible inequity

we all suffer under

sometimes without blow

other times seemingly, beseiged

the wax and the wane

she used to believe love was the cure

for every malaise or grief of soul

but with time, even that slouched away

a disappointment within a broken egg shell

we choose scars we recognize

and sometimes they scald us

with their knowing …

one day when she dies

she will not be celebrated or recalled

never wanted commemoration but to

matter when she lived, no after life necessary

her ashes scattered by nobody in particular

to the wilds of the wind

where she will at last be free

to climb to climb to climb

13 Replies to “Thursday’s Child”

  1. I cannot help but think of this, here credited to William Blake, but oft repeated and rephrased to the same effect:

    “He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.”

    Expecting no posthumous reward or punishment, what is there to do but our personal and fallible best to kindly care, even love with no expectation or demand of return, and mind the little things that add to more smiles and less tears. And so, go ahead and flap our butterfly wings so small, whether or not we ever know of the tornado half a world away it may create as some say can be.

  2. Oh I’m so glad to see you here and thank you very much for saying so – that means a great deal to me xo

  3. Since being booted from WP and having to do it via this odd method, I have seen readership drop off precipitously because it’s just another hoop to jump through, so I really, really appreciate it when you read and respond to a post – thank you so much

  4. It is my pleasure truly, having known your beautiful work for so long. My presence here has been fluctuating, I will look out for your posts with more attention from here on πŸ™‚

  5. You are such a light in this world I am glad you are back and hope you will stay xo

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