Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Ahh, Disibility

        Ahh

Like the growing surge 
the slow tightening 
of a cramping muscle, 
the calamity of family betrayal
grips me with overwhelming pain.

Immediately,
options run the corridors   
of my mind 
and my twisted leaping heart
for a resolution. 
Sweeping over me like an icy wind, 
came the recognition that somehow 
I am responsible.

I am, for my frustration and fear,
but only wanting support 
and an iota of commiseration.
I am confused by their ferocity
their righteous vehemence 
that I've done wrong.
   
They name my toxic lingering anger 
that overwhelms them 
and me of along with it
and influences my behavior.
They, my children, informed me,
and such a declaration 
ricocheted Into my bones.

Courage is required upon waking
mortified by a body that can't walk or talk,
to bear the burden of my inching decline,
anger is also known as fear
of the unknown 
like shadows hide roving sharks 🦈 
to eat me.

I may not see old age, 
and will lose surly as 
the sun ☀️ will rise tomorrow 
ever more abilities
to this dreadful condition,
that thrusts me into the role 
of freak and slob that I abhor.

Love and tolerance may not win
In this intimate family betrayal,
and like songbirds,
spinning haunting notes 
through the night,
you will look and long for them 
when the birds 🐦 

do not show again in the fall.