What we were given
Is all we are left with
When chips fall
When everything falls.
From the cradle to the grave
She fought diligently
Though didn’t completely understand why.
Nor did she completely understand
What justice was
Whom it was that really served it
Or why it meant everything to her.
Some believe that from the moment of conception
You are given a task
With a certain limited amount of time to complete
Or you will simply die
With your deed undone.
He stands in line
Impatiently waiting for his ‘fix’
This magical item he believes will fix everything.
He leaves himself so ungaurded
Because he only sees the ‘right now’
He’s always only seen the ‘right now.’
Last night he was kept up late
Arguing with a woman he once loved
Every time she was on the verge of walking out
He would beg her to stay.
The thought of her leaving
So many broken people
Yet somehow we manage to convince ourselves
That our broken
Is so very different
From someone else.
There is a sink full of dishes undone
Her shoes don’t fit quite right
There is something unsettling about her demeaner
But she won’t divulge that tonight.
There are clothes thrown on the floor in her house
The bed us left unmade
She’ll tell you the story of how she lost her will
But you’ll never hear her say she is afraid.
Children play in a courtyard
It reminds her of the past
When life took such violent turns
With no anchor, nor cast.
She fumbles with keys to a car she hates
Drives to an empty lot
I’d say you should probably go talk to her
But then again, maybe not.
She closes her eyes to hear the sounds
She loves the sound of quiet.
Then all of a sudden, within her soul
Her demons start to riot.
Meeting with a friend for lunch
She tries to keep them at bay.
When everything tells her she should run
Is when she knows she should stay.
She greets the night with a passion
Then heads back to that old car
A still small voice inside her whispers
“You may go, but do not venture far.”