All alone in adolescence
with head held high
I treaded
Along the only roses of reason I’d ever known
Till the petals spilt into three,
and with a sigh
I dreaded
How briefly befuddled life became about me.
Behind me was my Past,
A miscreant’s shit-show of pain,
So t’ave turned ‘n’ ricocheted
Would just be more shit
down the drain.
Abreast me was my Present,
And, though pleasant when idle,
The dreams of this nomad
Waste no time bridled.
Thus, before me was my Future
& fraught was I with doubt
If my own inner fire
I would stoke or fizzle out.
Nevertheless, though existentially stressed,
Skin ‘n’ bone starved and salivating,
I fantasized ‘neath the lingerie Destiny dressed
Was my purpose awaiting,
For why should I settle
For lukewarm norm.
Dumb and mum as an unused tea kettle
Instead for a life fulfilled in any form?
Every day’s so much a gamble w/ every amble
Rife of crippling folds
& the rare royal flushes of relief
w/ their brief samples of “happily-ever-after,”
standing bold through so many tough tears
and laughter in denial of adventure’s dangerous crafter,
so no other desire had I than t’progress!