The darkness of the womb I could not stand!
I came three months too early, so they said.
It wasn’t part of anybody’s plan,
Except my own for newborn wings to spread!
I heard much more than most, but could not see.
The darkness of this world I know so well!
They sent me to another family
Wherein the story of my life to tell.
It’s not all dark and dreary, though each year
I feel the light is fading from my mind.
And when my birthday comes, I have no cheer,
For though I cannot see, I am not blind!
I see the hell and hatred of this world
And people feeding into it in droves.
It’s like a battle banner is unfurled.
We truly are the same, yet no one knows…
I’m only one, and one I’ll ever be.
I cannot save another soul at all.
But if, somehow, I find the Light in me,
Then someone else may stumble, but not fall.
I have my music, comforting and sweet,
To keep my mind from reeling in the dark.
And books have always been for me a treat,
An inspiration showing me a spark.
I’d like to think, by sharing who I am,
I could inspire another just the same.
Though heartache brings the tears and bursting dam,
There’s still the Light, and Light is still aflame!
Therefore, I do not ask the dark to go,
For night has all the right of every day.
I only ask, God, through the darkness show
The next step on the path that is my way.
October can be dark and cold and drear!
But by the blaze of Spirit, Light is here!
—
My true life story, told as a dark October theme ballad for dVerse Poetics.
Resistance really is futile, because change is inevitable!
We don’t have to like the deal, but we do have to deal with it.
How we choose to deal with it is what makes change either easy or difficult, good or bad for us; not just the change itself, but the whole transition process involved.
Because transition, too, is inevitable!
There will be bumps in the road, oh yes indeed, but do we ride with them or rail against them–that is the question!
I need another song to sing,
For this one has me broke and bored!
The good life that I thought I scored
Is so erratic in its swing!
The pain, depression, bickering…
Just whose right mind would write this tale?
Is there another one for sale,
A work of art to be and share,
Perhaps with somewhat less despair?
Yet I go on despite each fail!
This is the tale of a real epic fail;
So you already know from the start.
But you get to decide, after reading inside,
What the failure was, and on whose part!
A woman divorced had good friends through its course;
She played music with gusto and skill.
When her birthday came round, o the pleasure she found
In the flute that her wishes fulfilled!
Well, his anger was great, and he clouded her day
With his questions and rantings and worse.
And it hurt her a lot, took the pleasure she’d got;
In her mind, then the flute was a curse.
So it came in the end, she lost touch with her friend,
For the man she loved didn’t approve.
Now she plays through her tears, for a friendship of years
That she sadly had sent down the tube.
Yes, she married the man with his ever high hand,
And she so needs the music for peace.
But down deep in her heart, she is pained by her part
In a tale that’s more bitter than sweet!
I’m really glad the pollen count goes down in Fall,
or does it?
We really don’t know anymore,
but you do!
I’m also glad for that!
I’m so grateful for the ability,
the opportunity,
the decision,
and the courage to talk to you!
There are some things I need to say.
I dare not discuss them with my fellow humans,
because everyone is so darn touchy nowadays!
They would think I was talking about them,
when really I’m talking about myself!
Nevertheless, Thy will be done!
Every now and then,
at least once in a blue moon,
would it be too much trouble
to have a day when I’m not sizzling inside like hot lava,
feeling angry at you-know-who (not you, the human I live with),
or worse, making him angry with me
by simply expressing an opinion
that doesn’t match his?
You know
it’s not just the current world crisis
making us this way.
It’s been like this
our entire marriage!
I say that
as if we’ve been married a long time.
But it’s only been 18 months!
And every month,
every week,
every day,
sometimes every hour,
it gets worse and worse!
Is it true what he seems to think,
that marriage means always
and
forever
saying
and
doing
what your partner wants,
just because he thinks it’s best?
And that
doing things this way
promotes harmony
in the relationship?
You’re heaps wiser
than either of us
will ever be!
So, I know
that you know!
Please, God!
Help me know the truth!
Am I insane?
Unreasonable?
Crazy?
Delusional?
Wrong?
Ungrateful?
Argumentative?
And all the other things
he claims?
Am I
really
that
bad?
If I am,
why doesn’t he leave?
After all, he’s the one
with all the money,
whereas I have none!
So, if I were in his place,
living with someone
I thought was so terrible,
I would leave!
Not sit around
complaining about it!
Please, God!
I need help!
And I know
you already know
what I have need of
before I ask!
I call upon your
love,
healing,
wisdom,
creativity,
and humor
(Or is it humour?),
and whatever else you grant me,
not to change anyone else!
But to change me
as you see fit!
Make me like a babbling brook,
always moving merrily along,
never getting stuck or stagnant,
so that I may live a life,
regardless of the people in it,
that is pleasing
to
you
and
you
alone!
Thank you, God,
for your time
and Almighty attention
to this matter!
Mystical Strings 
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