Poetry: #126 One Too Many Times (Hesitate and Grasp 18)
A selection from the collection: Hesitate and Grasp
Preface
The struggle is real. The battles of relationships, society, and personal challenges are real. This collection explores all that and concludes pretty concisely:
“Do not hesitate. Do not grasp.”
Or, as Yoda might say in a much clearer way:
“Do or do not, there is no try.”
One Too Many Times
To the sounds of unhappy customers I beg your pardon I didn’t mean to overcharge for what you thought was a bargain I only accept responsibility for not being forthright Anything more and I will disregard you outright Now with the definitions mentioned and agreed Why do you think I have lost my right to seed? To stand by you like a willow and her seedlings Like a mother protecting her child with her feelings What have I done to convince you I have lied? The flames within you are stoked many times By the mere paranoia that you are right Did anyone ever tell you that your gut might… Only be right on the half that you know? That no matter the seeds we have sown There are still some slightly unknown Quirks and feelings that I have grown As well as the reasons you recklessly found? No, with the last sunrays fleeting away I see you for what you truly are A mystic memory that I was forbade Yet still leapt at the chance to obey And now I am left with so many scars Blights from the past that will not erase Places where the knife so carefully placed Was pushed deeper and twisted just incase Do you hear the sounds of my breathing? Heavy to shallow I lose consciousness Why did I trust you and allow this? Please leave before I let go and die So that I can find peace without your lies
Question Section
I always picture a cashier missing the clearance sticker or fat fingering a price for produce when I read this poem. That’s the kind of job I’ve never really had to do, closest I got was calling people about their packages for FedEx Ground, and I’ve always wondered what wild thoughts go through the heads of Karens (Margerets?) being jerks and all. Why would a person not consider the other person may have something heavy on their mind? We all forget sometimes, but the amount of people who systemically fail to recognize they’re not the only one with a life is insanity to me. Have you found yourself on the receiving end of some inpatient person? What did you do and did they get what they wanted? Did the interaction imprint as a strong memory? If so, why? Share your stories in the comments below!
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