Dear Life, while I eagerly wait,
body tipped on achy toes, for you to share
the script you wrote out for me in secret
and without my consultation…
I wish to ask, yet I’m hesitant
If you consider yourself a fair person?
For, what if, like me,
you too, lash out in anger at impatience,
forget the joy with which I receive you each morning
and hand out to me an excruciating circumstance
to act out in solo?
I wish to ask again and I hold back in fear
What of my child, the one on whom my life’s labors are spent
will you be kind, to her? Will you make room
in the places where she is as yet unready
to face the world and allow her the time she needs
What is to become of my dreams? These few ones
carefully picked on that special day
when you and I were friends and shared the same vision,
those same ones that you encouraged me to toil at
and give it my all. Will you set forth, a simple warning?
A small gesture, a wink, a nod, perhaps even a doubt
before you yank it out from under my feet
and forever change my view.
Tell me, if in this world where you put me in
And gave me the impression that I was in charge
Am I meant to discover who it is I am and know it for certain
Or if who I am and what I am is to forever change depending
on where you place me and what you ask of me to do?
Now that we have reached these crossroads
And I reluctantly let go of my old habits and follow
your fancy. Let me speak and tell you that the deed is done
and it is too late now, for I fully know who it is that I am
and that which I’m meant to do. So, even as you lead,
upon whichever road, wretched, thorny, smooth, joyous, dry,
scenic or bland, I shall write my ode and draw your image
for I have never forgotten the privilege of being alive and loving you.