A Study In Apoplexy
Sometimes all you can do is rage,
rage against the machine, rage against humanity
rage against the way
decks get stacked and chips fall.
These are the times
for being apoplectic
if nothing else to purge oneself
of all the crap you have consumed.
And when your apoplexy passes
time to regroup with friends who hold you dear,
with dogs and plants,
and all the things that know how to take and take and take,
and then give you what you need.
The first lesson in life
is there are certainly others who love you.
The second is this life isn't fair
and never will be.
And the way this happens -
either by stroke of luck or curse -
is always beyond control.
But that doesn’t make it bad.
As difficult and unpleasant as it gets
it can always get worse.
And even when you feel you can’t take any more,
the thing to remember, that no matter how bad,
it can all be healed with a single breath.
(for Carol - 8/3/23)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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