It’s not that my brain went silent
Seems the opposite is true
It’s not that I don’t have opinions
I have many, yet don’t have a clue.
I tire of ultra soapboxing rants
Get mired in shoulds and woulds and can’ts
What’s real flies by without a glance
As I watch the world dig itself blue.
If I turn it all off and imagine
I could wipe it all down with a glove
And surround the world in white lights
With my magical powers of love,
I’d submerge the pain of seeing
Into soft pink clouds above.
Perhaps I should take a small pill
A dose that would give me a smile
So I’d laugh off the drama around me
And pretend that I don’t taste the bile,
But then I wouldn’t see trees
That bring me to my knees
And so I’m praying, please…
Help us move beyond denial.
But praying involves belief
In what? I do not know
And hoping is a fairy tale
As rusted stories show.
What else to do but stop
Like fish from water, flop
Take sponge and then a mop
And let the water flow.
A flood, perhaps is needed
To purge the grime involved
To clean the slate and start again
Zipped up now, problem solved.
Ha, not my jurisdiction
My job’s to feel the friction
I have no inner witch-dom
To make this world evolve.
And so I’ve become silent
I watch as words go by
And feel my heart that’s breaking
While tears gone numb, run dry.
I take me to my tasks
Put on a loving mask
And hope this will not last
While clinging to the lie.
©2011 Catherine Vibert