My resoluteness doesn’t share grief’s sadness
many want no part of.xxxxxI surrender differently:
in pain that no longer looks like pain
moving from rescue to mere recovery.
Surely I’ve become the one thing I too wanted
no part ofxxxxxan envy overtakes my impatience
and I see the fullness that still resides in others.
Am I joyless for the sake of living without joy
or is the joylessness shattered by a face of acceptance?
Am I to remain an oarless boat wandering a lake
fooling whomever passesxxxxxdirectionless
without the aid of a rudderxxxxxno one knows is missing?
Grey Sparrow Journal 