Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Dear Life,Fascinated as I am by your irrepressible energy and innovative means of meting out surprises, must admit, sometimes you do bog me down. The last few months have borne witness to the myriad “situations” (largely sticky) I have been thrown into and the flurry of emotions I have fought, overcome or given in to. And every time I thought it was over and done with, there was a brand new set (or a modified version of an existing one) to deal with.
You give and you take.
You love and you hate.
You tide and you ebb.
You kill and you save.
You have your balance sheet to match, I understand, but at what and whose cost?
So, just for the record, your surprises don’t surprise me anymore. Your curses don’t bother me anymore. Your blessings don’t touch me anymore. For:
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in an old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.