November 27, 2014

Do Not Linger On

Sometimes
I feel that defeating voice
that doubt
creeping up on my joy

Now I know
Nothing is stopping me
from my dreams
but myself


November 1, 2014

Soda at the Bar

His laughter when I enter the dining hall is boistrous.
He calls my name when he sees me.
Weaving through the maze of chairs, I'm smiling when we meet.
Unburdening myself of jacket, bags, and the gift pressed into his chest.
Whisper "Happy Birthday" up to his close smiling face.
She slides me my drink, a scratch Ginger Ale,
and he winks at me over his beer.
I want to feel at home here, with these people and in this place.
But I feel intrusive and out of my skin, though masked with the celebratory smile for
my distinguished friend.
Friend. No. Not really.
I smile. I nod. I say 'oh yes' and 'that's interesting'.
So I sip my soda until its time to leave.
The ice touching lips that he wants.
I've lost the taste for soda now.

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