Saturday March 2, 2024 Poetry writing through Trauma
DEAR FUTURE
I ask for this
I am not trying to be greedy
I am trying to be greedy
Because I have only asked for one thing in my life
To have a daughter
And you gave that to me
I tried to ask for more
Because I thought
“It had worked”
Maybe I want more
I asked for Love
Instead you gave me the illusion of Love
You taught me the Buddhist concept of illusion
How wanting is illusion
How love is illusion
How life is an illusion
But with all that learning
Will all the humility I learned from
Seeking love and having that be the greatest illusion of all
You taught me to remember
What I had
So now, on the other side of a year lost in pain, and surgery, in broken bones, in weakness and darkening skies as my vision went, I realize.
I realize that all of that
Was what I asked for
So now I ask no more.
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