I Feel Guilty When…

I feel guilty when I write about Trump, because I’m contributing nothing but despair.  And I feel guilty when I don’t write about him, because how life-threatening he is to America. So today I’ll just submit a little poemette, entitled

WILL I STILL BE ME?

I want to know

most terribly so.

While rooming in the womb,

on the stage behind the curtains,

overhearing intimations

of change. Whose screams?

I arrive, a piece of ignited clay

presenting with my backside,

bringing pain on opening day.

 

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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6 Responses to I Feel Guilty When…

  1. Lovely poem Nan! Deceptively simple but a strong message!

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  2. lynn__ says:

    Presidents come and go in our democracy…what citizens do is important too. Perhaps we expect too much of our leaders and hang too much of our hope (or despair) on them.

    Anyway, I like your poem-ette and the potential each human life possesses!

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  3. vikas kumar says:

    Nice poem

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