I got dealt the right hand, but didn’t know what was left of me.
Stepping on broken glass, a breeze cried out
and hopped over to the parking lot,
for on that evening, no one was giving out party favors.I cared for silence, stood inside my comfort zone,
let others listen to the chant of social media,
a chorus line reporting on the comedy
and tragedy of this joyless age.Let memory be my salvation,
let me not be called forth as a drudge
to lug water up the hill and be given jack,
holding inside my mouth the keys to liberation.
All I ever had to do was say no.
All shadows in the world are screams.