You ask if the Febreze on the belt is mine?
When I’m so late in line?
I tell you no with the lowering of my head
It is not mine, but it is because of me
Your smile is confused
You haven’t smelled me yet
The cashier returns with my change and I move towards the exit
The cashier comes quickly behind me with the Febreze
Can you smell me now that I’ve moved?
Waft finally set free the truth about me
You see? Because of me
Because I smell
I am sorry that this is what it smells like when I am alive
I know, but I cannot smell it anymore
Or perhaps, it has become my roses
Blooming only for those who love me
Those who know my smell as home
They span far and wide and they need a way to find me
Now back outside
I smell my grandmother when the breeze rolls by
She protects me from the lions in the sky
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Iam, as might be ezpected, a human being. as such,I am challenged to find ways to be content with all the parts of my life--only then can I say that I went through things and foubd ways to still be me without the entrails of all things I've dealt with In all life experiences, there are lessons we need to learn in order to stabilize the person I am no matter what might come up in my life. Then, many years from now, my turn to pass will comeup.And i will be at that moment, I will be whole, the sum total of my adjustments that life has brought to me much like but very different lessons I finally processed into digestible bites, where all past things are, by me, done. as complete as I can be.