A poem

You wake up with every reason to be in a bad mood
and every reason not to be
Yet the choice feels beyond you
There is something somewhere in your thoughts
the determining factor –
something to tip the scale
You scan, forward and backwards
your mind flipping through the files
your fingers tense to find the one thing –
the one thing to justify hurt, anger, resentment
To justify all hurts, angers, resentments
And you’ve got cabinets full of files

You have every reason to be in a bad mood
and every reason not to be

You hum to yourself (as you make the coffee)
the old songs
of “how no one else,” or “how every one else,” or
your all time favorite “how do they expect me to”
And you feel tired
down through your bones

And then you know

When nothing fits –
accusations won’t stick
justification has left the room
and self pity rolls its eyes in boredom
You know there is only one thing left
and you dread-love it.

There is balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole;
There’s power enough in heaven,
To cure a sin-sick soul.

You whisper your need –
I’m sorry. Lord, make me kind
And the words surprise you
because they fit so well.

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2 Responses to A poem

  1. randamir says:

    “you dread-love it” that’s great! Lovely words as always!

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