MargaretE.

Stop telling me that
‘Life’s not fair’ 
As if I didn’t know
I learned that lesson 
years ago
I have the scars to show

When you tell me
‘Life’s not fair’
I simply turn to stone
Your words will bounce off

Why do we not teach the young
how to explore pain?
We all endure these twists of fate,
yet we paint them with disdain.

For a species that defines itself
as supposedly superior,
our tolerance for feeling things

I measured myself yesterday 
against the ruler of the sky
I didn’t even reach the clouds
No trace of life gone by

All at once, I perceived 
the vast expanse of time
It sprawled out there 
in front of me

Something happened recently
That I can’t quite fit to words
But I will try it here
So reader,
Beware
For I’m as lost as a featherless bird

I stretched and sighed 
Not quite awoke
Awake’s tense was yet to pass

It took a while to conjugate 
the verb to heal to healed
Now I’ve learned
this change of tense
Requires quite a will
And if you stop to take a breath
The world turns upside down
The uphill battle’s
Now inside out

Why does every heroic tale
Have to be of glory?
I want to know each character
Let me decide if they’re worthy.

For Fantasy is just a mirror
Of what we wish to be
A world of wonder sown from wars
The starry eyes of destiny