Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Dear S.L.,

When reality imposes itself upon your dreams,
feelings flutter, flicker, fan the flames of woeful
indecision. No need to clarify
for those mystified by Choice, when scarred
by their own inadmission. It’s Yours-
the right to chose what’s right for You. Shoes on other feet
might have walked to a different beat, drowning out the others.

Had you chosen antiseptic floors and paper gowns,
You would have earned the ire of others claiming
soapbox status; vilified and made to
wear the scarlet letter. We must
not criticize what we do not understand,
promote the golden rule, temper expectations,
appreciate we make mistakes –Life is unpredictable.

Now you now have your vindication; I heard it on the news
but narrow-minded pipsqueaks may try to refute
the truth, deny the veritable
intricacy of Life; parade
double standards with heads held high above
the throng; forgetting that each one of us treads the
same sod. When curtains close, this fact remains: It is Your womb.

1 comment:

Joni said...

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