Sad eyes smile, but you sense pain and discomfort,
pride so great, that truth must be hidden,
less perceived flaws are detected.
The dance goes on, music is playing and
cheating reality is still a viability,
the game keeps being played, until finally
a fatal stumble exposes everything.
The house of cards never stood a chance,
the cleaning and painting were good,
creating the semblance of peace and order,
but in the end it all came tumbling down and
now, who is left to pick up the pieces?
The cry for help comes with all the explanations
which were lost before, but now suddenly
become an ally in pleading the case of
inadequacy in relationship to the chore
that was before them to make things work.
Then the dash from being oblique to obsequious as
the appeals for help appear like froth and
hard love is the best answer, but since we are
all sinners and heretics to our own code,
we must give in once more and do what it takes to
crawl through this crisis, hoping it will be the last,
but knowing otherwise, because life does not give us
a special way of circumventing problems.
When they are yours, for whatever reason,
you put on the yoke and pull your share of the burdensome load.
Time will wash this episode from your mind and
your own life will become relevant in a more personal way.
Friends will stop asking how you are doing because
Your forlorn look will have disappeared, replaced by
One of peaceful expectations.
Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski
August 24, 2015 ^
Steve Haarman 