365 Days of an Evolutionary Grand Blunder
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
It's been a seemingly long time that's passed
Since that huge miscalculation of a questionable choice
A moment of weakness and poor decision making skills
Mixed with strong and mind altering drugs
Flushed through the blood stream faster than Superman
And his lousy speeding locomotive bullet
Worse than a bad cartoon tattoo and a nose ring
Hard to describe the feeling without you having been there
It's a living breathing monster walking in your shoes
Making choices on your behalf meant to hurt, not help, you.
Just in the truest nick of time, I snapped out of it
Woke up from the feverish nightmare sleepwalking
Into an action that was almost too late to take back
No shaved heads or quickie Las Vegas elopements to my name
Okay, nothing so tabloid friendly, but the near miss was a big one
Disappointed in turning into Ophelia's cousin by a rash turn of events
Shaken and a little stirred that it happened in the first place
Forced myself to gather the strength of an entire army to combat it
Left with a bill that took months to pay back
And a flesh and blood Maker's Mark branding that'll never go away
A reminder to not always listen to the little voice in the back of your head
Especially when it wants you to give into your worst impulses
Survived Hamlet's slings and arrows of outrageous troubles
Existed long enough to realize not all mistakes
Should be permanent ones, unless you make them way
Fighting the good fight on a daily basis much better
Boots on the ground plowing through snow and ice
Making sure not fall face first into Mother Nature's dandruff
Apologized enough for one reckless moment in time
Trying to embrace each day; even the less than stellar ones
Now get to watch all the good movies streaming into my television
Especially the final film by the late great Orson Welles
Seeking help in order to not slip into the same patterns of last year
Realized that the medication wasn't entirely to blame
Becoming a person worth accepting and worthy of someone's love
Actually looking forward to growing older with other half
Even if hair becomes grey; hair dye will make up for it
Thank goodness for small favors.
A mistake that's faster than this speeding train.
Comments
Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on November 19, 2018:
I’m sure this poem resonates with all of us mortals. Thanks.
