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Reckless are ends, unspoken

   
i watch  
the sun  
being tucked away  
   
my skin, still warm  
from the strength  
of florida sunshine,  
radiates our stark contrast  
   
wasn't it yesterday  
where sandcastles grew tall  
and all that one particular day knew  
was peals of shared laughter with zero agenda  
   
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt  
   
fading light plays it's tricks,  
thunder rolls in the distance  
maybe a warning of turmoil—  
an omen the universe gifts, as reminder  
   
her knotted hands  
brush off  
haggard knees,  
accompanied by silent head shakes  
   
then mumbling  
something mean or awful,  
powerfully acrid acrimony  
she's unaware 'midst the spewing swears  
riding along, now a hitchhiker  
[i know]    
   
tension fills the space  
between us and an ease  
just out of reach,  
she stiffens with the tiniest assistance    
   
crepe paper skin hangs over bones,  
held together by what i'm convinced    
is her lifelong assumption of always being right  
and the driving need from one last cigarette  
   
i take note how she missed  
dusk's colors running together  
with silent fanfare,  
something she usually always comments on  
   
no one tells you when it's the very last time  
   
resolute, i inhale deeply  
breathing in what I think  
is wisdom  
from time served  
   
marveling    
as my bruised lungs                        
take their fill,    
struggle to be ferocious  
in ancient ways our warrior  
ancestors mustered  
   
there's a soft soundtrack playing,  
old songs mockingbird's sing;  
i let my attention slowly lose focus  
easing off the pain and fear  
   
of the known and especially the unknown  
   
part of me  
tries to make peace  
with an inescapability  
amid certain endings  
   
the kind you never really see coming  
   
until it's too close,  
too heavy  
and far too real  
   
by then,  
it's decidedly delivered,  
honed, honest  
destruction  
   
acutely unbearable,  
weighs the heaviness of all that finality  
temper-mixed with greedy relief;  
strange, how reckless dying can feel...  
   
similar thoughts roost within  
   
so,  
i momentarily let responsibility  
roll off my back  
   
sit with  
what is the now of it  
pensive moments  
just for me  
   
[gathering strength]    
   
before quietly trying to accept  
today's preamble  
being prelude  
   
   
 to a hell which inevitably awaits    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 11th Feb 2024
Author's Note
A reworked piece for the Mom comp
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/12712/

I've learned to really give enormous credence to that phrase 'take things day by day.' The mother/daughter relationship I have with my mom has always been contentious, at best. So the struggling for me to keep my sanity and composure, as her and I move into this last stage her life, is beyond anything I've ever experienced. Doing my best, some days, feels like abject failure.... yet, I carry on. I find a bit of solace in taking back my power via doing what's right with her care. Things have momentarily improved with medication adjustment and outside nursing help...yet, I know there's many challenges to come. Maybe our past was a sort of preparation?!?... I often wonder...

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