The Small Cafe

The Small Cafe Waiting... for a friend. I asked her to coffee, she did not look well. It is hard to say how. A little disheveled, perhaps heartbroken, worried, concerned, flawed in some way, self doubt, illusive perfectness... trending against the tide. Soon she will be here. One of many. We are a club, unknowingly joined, some of us, voted to higher levels... of pain and rejection, allowing for the service, to others. While others are too weak, to recover without help, and assistance. Mentoring those that are hurting, from cheating and lying spouses. Abusive friends, that over stay, and demand more then they are due. Lovers that are users, boozers that are losers... What would your life be like free? What if the idea although scary, offered less pain, and more gain. If it gave more power, and less abuse. Control of self, and the acceptance by those that count. The ones that always... loved you. If a new path were set, would you take it? If a different world were possible, would you dare?