Next Steps

Next Steps

Here we are
standing together
talking about
the future

When a today
rests plainly
at our feet
in puddled tears

Short and to the point but still a "Rorschach" to many who see and hear, only what they want to.
Wouldn't matter if it were ten pages long or explained in great detail.
 
Cry!
Cry in the hospital!
Cry at the funeral!
Cry at the cemetery!
But Why stand in puddles of our own tears?!
What do tears have to do with walking?
Walk, damn it walk!!!
Cry!
But get offa' your ass,
AND WALK!
Till you cry no more!
Then turn around and see...
How far you've come!
"Who tells us we are naked?"
THE DEVIL IS A LIAR!
Nothing wrong with sorrow, grieving is a natural, necessary process.
You can "cry,"
and yet still...
Turn around and kick the devil's ass!
he doesn't give us any breaks during these times,
matter of fact that's when he pounces most, at our weakest points!  

Thanks for the input. I had a friend recently write me, “Ohhhhhh Scott, why do breakups hurt so much?! I can't believe what a big fat whiner I'm being, especially to you of all people--who am I to talk about loss to you--but damn, I'm absolutely heartbroken

Wrote this short poem because I wondered if sometimes we talk about the future and don’t consider the opportunities’ that lay ahead in the next step.