Thursday, March 19, 2015

I am not going to force you

He could be sitting, one moment, in an Utopian setting
that he never expects a seizure. He had that once
when he was on the top of Kilimanjaro.
He did. Although nothing had forced him to have one,
he just had one.

She could be laying back on sofa, trying to
sing to the prenatal baby with her lullabies that
her husband cannot withstand further. Not anticipating it
kicking ceaselessly. It could,
it did.

You could be standing, one day, in a perfectly paved
road that children, adults or elderly can tread on
just as perfectly, and still see a man or woman fall
into the abyss of tearing pain. Scars. Memories with
red stains.

For sure, He did not force those to happen;
those were by chance;
neither did she, nor did you;
just like this line
By chance.
And all are chances.

So I am not going to force you.


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