Lissaburd

My fickle feet forsake me. I flounder, and fall. Flawlessly. To feel as if I'm free and floating, Would be fabulous and fascinating. I cannot fathom it so. I flounce, and falter. I am no feather; Functional, but faulty am I. Graceless, Gruesome, Gorgon. Groaning in the shadow of Greatness.

Life is fear, and fear unfolds, Comes storming in your way. The Great Destroyer; holds you back, Chuckles at your sorrow. If you could only hold a while, Hang on 'till tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes, and Fear is fine. It knows your ins and outs. Knows you'll never hang your fears, Knows you'll always have doubts. Cold and strong; as steel and ice, Cripples and devastates, And is never very nice. Indecision, restlessness- But cautionary and sane? Enemy or friend?   Truth is never plain. Protects you from yourself, And all your natural folly. Mocking handicap; Instigates melancholy. ©M.Botelho 2012

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Falter Not First memory. No momma, only cobwebs. Sister is in trouble. And then another: Red face. It's just a slap; one single hit. Momma to the rescue. Wet pants and broken flowerpots; It's all at an end. This is your start. Falter not. Only your mind remembers. Hop on home and cry in pain. Momma to the rescue. It's all at an end. Mostly. Years go by. No momma to the rescue. Falter not. Searing pain You cry. Doctor's visit tomorrow. No momma to the rescue. Falter not. That ear will never be the same. Add to the existing pain. So what. Cope. Alone, and not alone. Child grows inside. Find your own place to live.