I had this life
I have this life
to twist upon the fence that might
engage a notion over here,
ignite fiery responsive denial
over there.
~
Certain is the other side I fear
often stepping close,
wanting to understand before I leap
yet no one ever has,
even if psychobabble made one believe
and truth is always near.
~
I stood inside a closure,
imagined walls and rafters and afterward,
there were outlets of memory
stood in the way of the privacy
I was seeking, playing, contemplating
yet unaware how remarkably sick I am.
~
When faced with an ultimatum,
an obvious need to settle in finding change
what is it creates such a panic
is it age,
or that confidence
eludes our comfort level with rage.
© Scott F Savage 11/2020
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