The Blessed

I'm blessed to have landed in mother's quilted arms.
To romp in a sandbox with other blessed hearts.
I'm blessed to have a gentle-souled father.
Who dusted off a cluster of first heartaches.
Pulled me firmly up from the deepest pits.
Taught me how to run the bases... of life-

I'm blessed to have lovers and the love of adventure.
To pull weeds in a humble garden. 
To climb the wrinkled face of uncertainty...
To hold in my pleated arms, a baby of my own.
I'm blessed to have teased out the lesson from failures. 
Be rouged by the harsh karma of selfish victories.

I was given the chance to glissade down, the icy backbone of the unknown.
Into the blue eye of a heartless crevasse.
To come back into the light-bloodied but a bit stronger.
I was blessed and given the chance to sprint with infinity.
However, so very briefly. 
 
I wish you could have tasted all these sweetened things. 
But you were tossed to the cold slag heap called unwanted.
There was no first kiss... nor blessed last rights.
Nor anything in between- 
                                Unblessed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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