Defeat, came for me, today. Thought it was slick, it did. Wrapped itself, within my grief, it did. Hid there, it did. Waited, it did. Patiently. For ANY sign I would listen to it.
Made my way, through Saturday’s tears, I did. Battled the night, I did. Watched the night take it’s hard earned spoils, I did.
Greeted, the dawn, I did. Huddled beneath mountains of disbelief and can you believe this shit, I did.
Stared at Defeat, did I. Considered it, did I. Life, would be, could be, so much easier if I would, if I could, if I did, just give in, already, and leave folk, leave myself, to hide beneath comfort and covers.
I could go back, to working myself to death. I could go back, to existing. I could go back, to just taking up space. I could go back…
Go, back?
Consider, Defeat?
Ha!
Apparently, Defeat, you have not heard of me. You had better ask somebody!
Kick rocks, Defeat. Go! You are not welcome here.
My heart, will mend.
I shall begin, again, again, and again.
When?
I know not.
This, one thing, I know:
I know nothing, these days. I understand very little, these days.
No matter.
Whatever.
My heart shall continue to:
Say.
Live.
Love.
Will just take some time to catch my breath. Til then, I shall hide within covers and comfort. PBJ and tears have been my fare. No, life has not been fair and has taken it’s share. Those shares never belonged to me. Not really. Take what you will. Do as You Will. As You do, I will…
Defeat, c sswame for me, today. I was not there…
Cassandra

