Tears and Glimmers

When privilege is not a birthright it's time to enter the race  it will be a test of the fittest with no right or reason to pace Like a game of  Rock, paper, scizzors one moves up in the wins or stays down until withered til the lights grow dark and dim Come once, come twice then it's time to  roll the dice this is what must suffice in the game that is life but what if it's not meant to be a game and what if it's not meant to be about pride or shame and what if it's not meant to be, then who's to blame for this invention so cruel of this hierarchy we're schooled to think one only succeeds by getting lucky or being good slave indeed and what food do we feed the others in need the shame of their insistence is the bane of their existence untouchables some say deserving to be that way some work all day for so little pay While others live in luxury Others are below them are pining to be free and was such inequality really meant to be? Human beings made tools they...

 Silent gasp is not heard  as I grasp onto the last little bit  of air out, then in and my lungs they are fine but what's done  is deeper within not sublime are the blood vessels running semi dry now they struggle  to spin Against  the burns of time and perhaps too against the burns of wine and for certain against  the burns of why was I almost  thrown  out there to die? But I didn't die I fought and I cried and I mopped my own blood off the floor til my pockets went as poor as my coping skills became at times til the tears went as dry as the veins went dry and now, so shy are my cheeks to the tears once cried and buried  deep within as the scar tissue has grown to win over the waves to my body's  chagrin is the silent gasp is the one  that holds the past within

Still what has passed are dreams of the past they could never last amid the  sounds of  broken glass Picking up the pieces Hurts when you are injured, it teases for this to happen faster but it can't because it threatens disaster by further injury I am trapped amid the state  of me broken like this glass I be broken  but only in the body For my soul will never be broken not in here you see And that is  why I still believe that things are somehow  meant to be just like this even so it be S. Rose Ashcraft April 9, 2022