Say you’re at a party
In a living room
Comfortable chair
Better music perhaps
In next room
Not sure
Lazy
Scared
You want to make the effort.
Sometimes
Staying put makes better sense
Sometimes leaving imperative
One day
Someone will love
Your war torn forearm
Just the sight of its freckles
Scars
Will make them giddy
But not everyone
No
So go to the next room
It may have nice music
Okay art
Or stay put and dig deep into that arm chair
Take a big lone (yes lone) deep breath
If it’s lumpy
Fabric tacky
Painful
Move on.
Just quit being dull
Quit wasting everyone’s time.
Find the beauty.
It’s there.
Even in the threadbare.
Nobody and I mean
Nobody
Likes
A
Coward.
Sure they love them but…
Anyway
Someone will love that arm. One day.
Or not.
That’s okay too.
Be kind, don’t be selfish – but love yourself, grow up.
Oh yeah and quit pontificating
Dance.
Relieved your last word is ‘Dance’. The moving body keeps the mind from becoming too enchanted by melodrama…!
Always time for a moment of melodrama – but only a moment!