I woke in the morning to sunlight
the slats of my room reminding me
this is a day in your life
a day to imagine new possibilities
but I couldn’t
all I did was ride the crest of a reminder.
I’m home,
yet this is not my home anymore
this place
this seeming vacation from my reality
fresh paint and varnished floors
appears designed for someone else,
I’m a temporary stay in a permanent display.
My life as I once knew has changed
I have lived many dreams inside a nightmare
one common truth is my survival
in a world where
the human condition
is designed around struggle,
I’m a professional at pity
like anyone else,
I am resilient
and I live to find a smile
in the darkest corner of my mind.
Today I look upon naked walls,
wonder about the future,
what will I look like in the eyes
of no one I may never know,
while those I do will only rest
in memory
of once was
beyond the reach of how we could
within the scope
of some fantasy
turned into a beautiful reality
only to be awoken again,
in this sadness,
the clear blue sky that cannot escape
the perfect grace of
finding some economy in knowing
our lives could be far more
than what they once were.
And then there is her …
sweet reckoning, sweet distance beyond.
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
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