Here’s the confusion of my current state:
No poem, because of nothing to relate
I’ve given up on hearing back from Harvey Hix
Nor can I count on Facebook for a feedback fix
What then? What? What can my future be?
What will fulfill my purpose, prove my destiny?
Can I love everyone enough to heal?
Heal me and everyone who has a need?
Or am I sentenced just to eat chocolate
And feel the roving hunger chocolate can’t touch?
Why do I always write about myself?
Don’t I care about anything else?
Enough! It’s time to stop this whine and do more
Let later days recount what these have been for.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2011
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