The problem
with trying to
“fit in”
to society,
you see,
is that
every part
of the puzzle
that does not
fit you
chips away
at the edges
of your
very soul.
Then one day
you wake up,
frayed,
and afraid,
because you
don’t recognize
who you are
any more.
Be careful
to not let
the puzzle
destroy you.
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That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly,
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
tasks and responsibilities,
and he watches me.
Get up again, do it again,
and again, and again, and again.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man,
Mom said he was!
Just dress for success,
always be on time,
and your life will be right.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Then one day I woke up,
and my life felt all wrong,
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them while
I toiled to your
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh poacher of hours!
Is there time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while
I played by the rules,
always obeying time.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
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I had a friend
who wanted to
dissect me,
so they could
determine
how to slot me.
I have worked
hard in this life
to de-categorize
and free myself,
why would I
agree to this?
The younger me
would yield
to stay likeable,
but the older me
stands firm
for self-respect.
I’m not an ant
made only
for hard work,
I discovered
I have wings,
I’m a butterfly.
Thanks for
the lesson,
I cannot allow
you to pluck
my wings and
pin me down.
I will not deny
that I am
a butterfly,
real friends
let friends fly,
and so must I.
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Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plain of existence
that this third dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I have wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I’ve left that plain
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all the colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
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How did humanity
arrive at this place?
Almost overnight,
viral war torn,
scarred, skeptical,
frazzled, frightened,
lonely isolation,
madly missing
the joy of life.
Humanity’s vitality
slowly but surely
leaking away,
drained by a
lurking thieving,
deceitful beast,
gluttonous fear
swallowing whole
all who yield.
But the wheel of
fortune ever turns,
the black jar of
Pandora’s woes
morphs to womb
of fathomless
mother goddess
of a Golden Age,
a new humanity.
It’s time to birth
transformation
from destruction;
swimming upwards
to shimmering light,
gulping great drafts
of rarefied air,
reclaiming life and
eager to live it.
Susan L Hart / Author 