How Dare I

Lately my thoughts have strayed from me and you and what used to be/and how we missed out on a "good" thing/but let's face it in the end it wasn't right/still talking to everyone but me/the sneaking/the lies/the omissions/So how dare I write your benediction/while at the same time thinking of a spark that once happened long before you?/what is right or appropriate?/See/I took my time to grieve even if you don't agree/I released the insanity that is the inner workings of my brain into the universe/only to have them revealed to me in your backlash./Ok/Maybe not YOUR backlash/but in the backlash of your unassuming and presumptuous thought?/Again, talking to everyone BUT ME!/So how dare I burn you in effigy/while telepathy/takes me to a past place/a missed place/How dare I write your benediction/while at the same time thinking of a spark that once happened long before you?/Yes, I know these words can and WILL be used against me in the court of unrequited love/but I speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth/So dare I say..../I thought about it/About then/not with you but now/while writing this epilogue and thinking of good things to say while staying positive/I know what you're thinking/How dare I write this benediction/while at the same time thinking....of a love that is not...you.

No Complaints

Exhaustion. As she moves about the de-pressurized cabin
30,000 ft and falling
She feels the weight of the world
As if somehow SHE is holding it up
A superhero in cowards clothing
But she has no complaints
Task upon task
Exponential the risk
She quietly takes the all on
As if to tell her competitors to shove it
But she has no complaints
Fatigue and starvation are her only friends on the road to success
Resentment coarses through her
As a thousand nerve endings die at the base of her spine
She still holds the world
But she has no complaints
A woman is who she is
No apologies for it
No complaints