Sunday, November 3, 2013

dying of embarrassment

A shout out to the Poetry Jam next Saturday the 9th at Howie and Sons. I am taking part and I had a poem stuck deep inside of me. I've avoided it for a long time because it deals with one of most tragic days of my life. That being the birth of my first born. In the end, it all turned out to be a happy ending but the road to get there was horrific. So what do I do? I go to a public place, Starbucks, and pour my soul out onto paper. Not one of my brightest ideas but that's my story. So, after I get through that and dry my tears, I am pretty spent and not the sexy kind of spent that just popped into my head but the dragged through the mud and wish I was asleep kind of spent. So, I sat there to finish my coffee and checked Facebook for someone to message me and no one did. Sadface. That's when I notice a woman I remember from church when I attended. She was with another woman I did not recognize until later. Apparently the other woman, whom I don't know from church but through my kids, had lost a lot of weight and was prancing around looking for compliments. I did not give her one verbally. I thought she looked good but then I recognized her. I remembered she has a dark heart and there is no popular method to rid oneself of that and all her work to look good went down the drain as far as I'm concerned. This is probably more of a big deal for her than I could imagine because she's one of those ladies who live and breath by her appearances and what others think of her. Not that here life is perfect, I know what happens behind her door. Teenaged girls have loose lips to sink their mother's ships. So I gathered my things and left. I had walked to Starbucks and after a cup of their Thanksgiving Roast I had more pep to my step than the trip earlier. My caffeine high ended abruptly when as I was walking I stepped too close to the grass and into a dip on the lawn and down goes Frazier.  I wondered as I was laid out on the sidewalk, was I smited for my bad thoughts of another? I don't know. I'll be more loving next time. I picked myself up and continued home.

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