Up For It
Stranger danger, leaping out from nowhere
Non pulsed, non alarmed, observational
Where is this being from?
Why are his socks black and shoes black?
Fancy man or is it easier to match black on black?
I kept looking and I stopped
Looking for something did nothing for me
Instead I read and went to college and got smarter
These days, I don't need anyone. Even you.
I wrote you a letter and laughed.
Its not callousness that drives me.
Its my purpose, my purpose of self.
To be more succinct its putting away childish toys.
Of rock star wishes, of a man who meant so much.
So everything. So deep. So kind. So ideal. So eager.
There I was, younger. Now I am open, wide open.
Full throttle. Chasing after what I want.
Personal Success. Its personal like pain.
Personal success is mine.
I raised one kid and one child is being raised.
We all raise each other if we sing loudly in the car.
The games we play round and round. Hide and seek
and write on a box. Thats my life. Thats part of my success.
To be more scar tissue then tissue, which is stronger.
Soon a surgeon will cut through some scar tissue to make me better.
Lets see how that goes. I will emerge down but make my way back up.
I heal quick, I force myself through the pain. Pain is my companion.
Maybe thats what I don't require a man? Always there, always patient.
This is my boyfriend pain, he is great, in bed.
The ocean whispers in my ear when I fall asleep. She waits patiently.
For my turn, to be on the waves and float in. To be inside her glorious
womb. Counting fishes, oohing in my scuba suit. Grateful and humbled
in her presence. Prayers to the divine. Prayers for us all.
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