It amazes me yet
how defiantly this life
craves ever my attention.
Why me? When all
is said and needfully done,
why should I still be?
I have known lives
far better than my own
much more deserving.
With each passing day
the distance grows into
a petty persistent growl.
Another day, another year
as time selfishly scratches
across my aching skin.
Why me? Why drag
this fading soul through
angry scaly days to come?
I long…
for the noisy distance to end,
for time to bid sweet reprieve,
to hold, be held, be known—
to hear you with my skin.
At times, the day-to-day events, predominantly negative, can be daunting and draining. Having a loving person (loving and not romancing)side-by-side shines a light on these ‘growling’ experiences from a positive side, the side that can bring hope and joy.
—well-written piece.
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Cheers, Tatiana. And very well said.
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Beautiful, sad and profound in equal measures. ❤️🌻🌺
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Thank you so much, Mairi.
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I will not weigh any more of my words upon you, dearest George, for I have flooded you already. But this line you have closed with, it is absolutely perfect and immortal. It is everything beyond masculine and feminine and human and divine.
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