My days are traded
on a fixed timetable:
on Monday I give away
my sorrow
to receive
raw blessings in
return
on Tuesday I forget everything about my shame
on the doorstep, any doorstep,
sweep it all under the
rug
(if I have to)
on Wednesday I
give up my guilt
and take back the lost joys
from where we were
to begin with
Trust erases
confusion on Thursday
Fridays are for
compassion only,
Saturday is an anger
free ceremony
while Sundays
experience
no control, no
anxiety, no remorse…
no fear - to cut down
this short story;
this short story;
“Everything costs
something”
You’ll say
I’m not the most
honest trader I know
nor the most
dishonest one either
One thing leads to another
A straight spine
will meet its
deadline
wherever we draw it
but I'd never take anything I said back
from a loved someone.
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