Wonder
I often wonder
what might have been
what might have been
I lie awake
at night
hearing my breath
breathing my pulse
Maybe it's just
the way it is
Or the way
it's meant to be
Or maybe I'm just me
And I can't
stomach it.
I clench my jaws
knot my stomach
ball my fists
and I wonder why
The sport is the same
The game familiar
But somehow
The rules have changed.
And I'm left
to wonder why.
what might have been
what might have been
I lie awake
at night
hearing my breath
breathing my pulse
Maybe it's just
the way it is
Or the way
it's meant to be
Or maybe I'm just me
And I can't
stomach it.
I clench my jaws
knot my stomach
ball my fists
and I wonder why
The sport is the same
The game familiar
But somehow
The rules have changed.
And I'm left
to wonder why.
posted by The Haiku Review at 10:16 PM
2 Comments:
is that Gordon Lightfoot?
If only I could make questions sound so poignant and poetic. Sigh.
We NEED to have a writers' lunch soon, no? Maybe as soon as Marilyn and Pennie are well.
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