SCRAPS -EMBRACING REJECTION

By Georgia Lee 

            

On my deathbed I may not dance around your sacred bonfire of regret

I try, yet never enough.

And when I do try enough

I know it

But nobody cares or even listens  

And you know that can hurt.

Where did all that work go?

Why try a little, a lot, at all?

Why pretend, writer/artist/musician

breaking rocks in the hot sun?

 

Leave those tons of granite

just keep digging for that

one glittery mica fingernail

torn from some corpse

It shines. It reflects.

hey, you’re good blah blah, see ya.

 

People-pleasing fake that I am

I will learn to devour sweat

laugh at tangled brain wires

breathe in a tasty headache

 

Those roadblock rocks

will absorb heat under our sun 

when I, on my cold death bed

decide not to dance around

your sacred bonfire of regret