Sometimes OR Most of the times?

 

Sometimes I cannot grasp why I am in certain gatherings.

Sometimes I feel decisions have been made before consulting the team.

Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water; drowning,

Trying to stay afloat amidst ideas that are spewed into my ears.

Sometimes egos try to step all over the meek souls of the open-minded.

Belittling people should be an Olympic sport.

I can think of a large number that would get a gold medal.

Egos berating me for being just and ethical.

Casting aside these inflated egos.

Withdrawing into myself digging deep for an answer.

Retiring into myself and searching for my sanity.

Sounding the depths which my life has its foundation.

Finding a safe harbor in my essence.

 

Written: August 5, 2024

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Death Is What She Thinks About

 

Death is what she contemplates.

She cries out for everyone to hear.

Deep down inside, it is life that she desires.

 

So much agony.

So much hurt.

So much confusion.

 

Death is what she announces.

At night she cries to stop the anguish.

Her heart bleeds for those who have parted.

 

So much despair.

So much distress.

So much gloom.

 

Death is on her mind.

She cannot recognize how much it pains her loved ones.

They are mystified and tied not knowing what to do.

 

Written: July 7, 2020 (during the pandemic)

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