Lesson

Disappointment has a rancid taste.
One you don’t expect;
One that will, each time,
Take you by surprise.

No matter that you anticipate,
Expect and avoid, simultaneously.
No matter that you know
It will somehow sneak in.

Contrary as it seems
There is a pattern.

Each time, the same.
The build-up to expectation.
The garnering of shreds
Of feeling, tangible and otherwise.
The neglect of  the knowing.
The  ignorance.

The pattern falling in place.

And you tell yourself.
I know. I knew!
I’ve learnt my lesson.

Ha!

20 April, 2012

Unfettered

Unbecoming of me perhaps

To prefer the chains that bind me.

Understanding that they make me stay

Not flit about, ether-like as those

Visitations within that seek expression-

Release, to wander endlessly, without

Should those chains fall away

My heart, it would then be free

And lost. Quite lost.

Winding and whirling like a kite

Undone. 

Bound, I am. 

(Boundless, though I know

I could be.)

So weigh me down.

Lest, unfettered, I loose me. 

26 July, 2011

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