The Absence of Wavelength

Up From The Ground

They see you shoving me around.
They also see me get up from the ground.
In front of the children?
Are you mad?

You have your therapist
to employ but it’s me
on your couch.
Concern so sweet and yet fake,
But doing their job.

Everything you bestowed
was supposed to be a gift?
With all the pearls a groundling
less than court jester.
I need not your wealth.

Lend me a hand
up from my seats.
Take pride in the fact
you cede one diamond
pressured by your ways,
changed rules in your playground.

But what price do you pay?
There is a healthy way
to deal with anger.
It’s not through shunning, hating,
gaslighting that is
the path to least resistance.
It’s not sugary words
so seldom delivered, too hard to swallow.

I feel they’ve worn themselves out.

*Squints* but can’t see you.
Are you real? How many ghosts
linger in these halls? And where
have the halos gone?

Yes,
I’ve got better things to do.
God says I need to help you
find the right way.
Get a bigger kid
it still ends the same.

Takes less energy
to show us that smile.
But, if you can’t, I worry
who’s the one really
picking themself up from the ground.

I’ll be around.


10.25.23

I get dirty, don’t like myself there.
When I have ‘real’ friends who don’t stab me like some Caesar,
I can be who I intend.
Hey Judas, why did you kiss?

I am the betrayed. Are you confused how this all began, continued to this day?

How are the Site Jabber Reviews coming? Decide 4.7 was enough?? Poor Google, Twitter and more, total revs easily surpassed by you. Yelp!