I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
What’s all this anger?
I’m everyone’s puppet.
Such two-faced puppeteers!
They were legendary.
Now my red blood cells are locked in the halls of emotion.
They were cast off on the way to the left ventricle.
Nobody came to claim them and I was too young.
But sixty-four years later pumping corn syrup through thinning, thickening veins,
Is that why my heart is hardening?
I can feel it, you know.
It’s very painful. It affects everything.
I will think of crystal blue waterfalls flowing through my hair instead.
Go away you two-faced authoritarian.
Only unconditional love is allowed.
And unconditional love is received.
That’s all that will heal me.
Sedate me with mushrooms at twilight and stay up with me all night.
We’ll exchange thoughtful energies and talk all night.
Let’s write one liners and drink tea laced with opium.
When darkness leaves and the light is upon us we’ll exchange affections and fall in love with life once again.
We’ll return the sixth month on the ‘morrow as a ritual vow of growth, good health, and longevity. A practice of asking, receiving, and acceptance. Would you be so inclined to join me? I’d be enchanted if you did.
© 2021 Laurie S Novak