Sign Posts Along the Way

Do you ever find it amusing

That in childhood

And adolescence

We were so quick to give in

To the throes of despair,

Horribly distraught

And convinced our lives were utterly unbearable,

Completely ruined

By the hiccups along our path;

But, in “adulthood”

When real tragedy strikes

And the weight of years of bad decisions,

Or unkindness,

Great injustices,

Crush our resolve and everything

We fought to build,

We tell ourselves not to be dramatic;

Imagining the embarrassment

Of expressing the depth

Of our devastation,

And learn instead, to live with the headaches that result

From holding our breath

So as to focus on resisting the pressure

Building at the backs of our eyes?

Little did we know,

When we were children

And dreamed of all we would do

With the freedom that comes with age,

Our dreams were illusion

Based on adult facades

Silently misrepresenting all life

To our tiny minds.

And the truth was,

Has always been, for most,

That “adulthood” doesn’t come with a starter pack

Of answers

And “Get Out Of Figuring This One Out Free” cards.

It’s simply the transition that occurs

When we learn,

Or have cause to feel,

Shame.

Guilt.

Obligation.

The pressure of making decisions,

Grave and life changing decisions

For ourselves

And those who dream

Of rising to our position

That we wish like hell

We could have somehow

Been lucky,

Or clever, enough

To avoid.

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May 12th, 2017

My hands are dirty
And my face is raw
And this is where I belong.
I may never see
The countries I have heard of
And thought about
For so long.
The world is like a dream
Unreal;
Mystical,
Promising and foreboding,
And I could hide away forever,
Telling myself
I didn’t miss out on anything
Or
I could forge ahead,
be every part
Of everything
And make peace with my smallness,
For it is all I have
And the world is indifferent.