Pour yourself into the cup of grief
Sip slowly ~ no awards for brief
I’m sorry God but I tried, I give of my heart to others who only wipe their feet on my worth, no audience I seek, only you God but it’s not enough…
Dreary body I bring your church, as I kneel my worthless body at your feet, will you still seek my my heart although I come empty handed?
No awards, no boasting just plain old me, mom, wife, little of no knowledge of your faith..
I’m sorry GOD
no friends
No life
No family for they’ve left.
I wake up each morning, I say thank you for my blessings no matter how insignificant are they.
For comparison their of joy, I’m not seeking to be YOU, for I’d never be enough, you see my anger, my close mindedness, maybe I better settle for the darkened streets with other rejects, who unlike “others” non stop praises on social media..
I’m sorry God I’m not enough, maybe I was a mistake, for a blind eye everyone turns from me, now I know what “the unseen hearts feel like”.
Gone
Empty
Nothing
Inadequate
Unimportant
Neutral
Empty hearted
I am turtle, sage and wise;
I may not be speedy but I surprise,
with a gleam in my clever eye;
I’ll always finish, I covet no prize.
Great age has birthed enlightenment,
perception, wisdom, and contentment;
I need no awards, they’re irrelevant,
with informed choices I stay content.
Such deception at only the price of a cheesy smile.
To think I could mingle with the elite.
And graze ad-nausium in their playground.
No awards are there to shower accolades for such a performance.
To become, to fit in without question;
Caviar and Trisquits never swallowed easier.
Ah, the good life at last.
And here I am stepping on ants where I used to live.
"Survival of the fittest, " they say;
But only a counterfeit can really play.
Those precious mornings in the mirror,
Pasting images no gallery can afford.
As I step into my disguise and give a nod
and a wink;
To the pretender.
She supervisors the Salon with aplomb
Looking after her own clients with skill
Yet keeping a watchful eye on all
Trainees are dispatched to various duties
Computers crash but she handles all
Her skills as a hairdresser are renown
Yet her greatest skill is in managing her staff
With authority and yet with a lot of heart
Yes TV Guru Tabatha she would be so very proud
This lady does not need hauling over the coals
Eager to teach, to discipline, even command
Yet able to gain respect with any request
Hair swiftly swept off floor, clients seated
Clients constantly buzzing in and out as the day passes
Always a quick chat, and praising word to staff
Hiding her hidden frustration as much as she can
This is a skill she learnt through time and necessity
Coffee quickly dispatched, staff rushing back and forth
Without her enthusiasm no Awards would be ever won
This is her empire to the highest bidder she will not be sold
Yes, she is a Manager simply worth her weight in gold
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