Life needs be taken as it’s found,
Whatever it might hap to bring:
There’s always dust on everything,
We see it when we look around.
Of course, we are the source of dust.
From dust we come, to dust we go —
Yet like so many things we know,
We do not want to take on trust
The inconvenient limits we
Still find about us every day —
We’re dust. We’re simply made that way;
And so it’s everywhere
We see
I have an older sister
I’ve hated since my youth;
Although I also love her —
(A common family truth)
Because she is so different
From every one of us;
It’s something that we try to hide
And don’t, indeed, discuss —
But yet, I spill the truth today
The truth we long have feared;
My sister sits apart, in that
She’s not completely weird
The rest of us are very strange
And have been, all our lives;
While she abides in normalcy
And savors it, besides
The dark family embarassment
That we keep out of sight:
My sister’s very normal
And that just isn’t right
There’re days she’ll pause,
Although she’s not unhappy;
She needs to stop
And drink all of it in —
For she’s known pain,
Neglect and childhood heartache
That doesn’t end
When new good things begin
For she is who
Her circumstance has made her,
Along with choice
She’s made along the way
But if she does
Not stop to take in good things,
Her first thought is:
“This too will fade away”
She’s never known
The way love’s meant to feel:
She has to pause
To make sure that
It’s real
What’s fair, or isn’t fair, is not
What’s in dispute. For this is fact:
We cannot help the way we feel,
But we can help the way
We act
i feel the wind as it cries “hope”
and pushes me to tasks undone;
there’s no one seems to understand,
or maybe everyone
there is a cry off in the woods,
of one who’s lost her only love;
and I would comfort her, except
she is a mourning dove
and mourning has its season, as
the bitter day turns empty night;
i feel the wind as it cries “hope”
and wish that i
could make it
right
he loved himself more
than her, so
he broke his promise
She needs some time to get away
From all that plagues her spirit;
Each new horizon fades away
Whenever she comes near it
She must release her essence for
It’s own renewing season:
And find amelioration that
Goes past mere will
Or reason
