Kidding myself into believing that the freedom I seek
was really worth breathing...
When the truth is...
it's not the freedom I gain, it's the facts that are captured
the 'reality's pains' ....
For when did a lifetime become not worth preserving?...
Relationships built and memories made ... can just be ...
So easily sacrificed and disposed of when the need arises?
Isn't that what defines Expendable?
But in my heart and mind... I have spent this life being dependable...
So many tears, laughter, screams....
given into building hopes and dreams...
then in an instant it becomes foreign to me... taken away,
gone... like a dandelion seed captured and blown in the wind....
Amazing how people, can become such a thing...
Expendable would seem to be...
the holiday decorations left in the trees from Halloween...
the left over food from a diner... although it was good to eat.
Expendable are the clothes that we wear, the shoes on our feet.
The bags that carry our groceries as we pass along the street...
Even in time... the things that we held onto, to keep memories...
these will become expendable as we build new ones and learn to let go.
But a person?... A life? .... When did that become Expendable? ...
and yet looking around I see...
that those that I cherished and held dear...
have now looked and made life without ...
the Expendable Me. Making me all but disappear,
discarded.... not worth preserving or even saving for reuse.
@susan kay 4-30-2013
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