Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

it shatters (rhyming)

I couldn't dress today.
but rather than be cliché,
left the robe on the closet nail.

no to silk or cotton PJs,
sweats and tee are okay.
rain pause to go check mail.

also ran I’m not going to be,
going through motions’ futility —
slim shadows on my lonely street.

they put me in those clouds,
angry I hadn’t made them proud,
invisible soul they no longer greet.

down highway to their heavenly place,
a snubbed fool rejects their grace.
I ache to be substance that matters.

fiery arrows reign down on me.
arrogant-flung, they don't see,
strike a glass heart that shatters.

lonely in shadow, still on my feet,
guarding against rain in an empty street,
struggling to matter. indignant guilt
buries any other head in sand to hilt.


10.4.22
22 lines, rhyming (tell me what kind?)
Six three-line stanzas with particular alternating rhyme pattern finishes on four line verse with aabb scheme.

people around me want to dictate and control the narrative and reject the insertion of how I perceive myself and circumstances I'm put in, knowing their propaganda will not allow me to envision future purpose with anything I might lift and call my Excalibur.