Reality

There is a sort of wisdom that comes when you grow up

dreams become a thing of childhood and long summer nights

Reality so different from what was once planned…..

how am I suppose to cope?

I thought that I would be a princess in a tower so high

I thought that I would fight with sword drawn; dragon at my side

I thought I would sail the seven seas. A Pirate Queen

I thought…..I dreamed……I hoped……

Instead, I sit at the kitchen table, check book in hand

trying so hard to make the numbers jive.

Juggling the figures so that we are able to eat

bet you never thought that it would come to this.

Reality is a bitch that breaths down your neck

reality is the hardship that each and everyone of us face

Reality……fantasy…..reality……

wait, was that a pink rabbit I just saw?

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 15/17

 

 

Acceptance

I brood, and I snarl with disgust, watching you slither

your voice is but a whine pitched deep in my ear

a whine that I want to stop

a whine replaced by a blade?

Pin pricks dotted with blood

you yelp and you disclaim

Am I suppose to hear your sorries

am I suppose to really believe you are sane?

I know the voices I hear are my own

there are no others within my head

So here is the fear that you must accept

I am always going to make you pay.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 2/17