A colossal come-apart could occur in my very near future.
Might still occur.
Freaks and fiends whose leashes broke long before they ever met me
Knocking on my door, demanding my defense.
I’d cry the day away if I were smart.
Throw a fit,
Froth at the mouth,
Though dutiful expectations unfortunately prevent.
“No chink in MY armor!” I lie!
Susie Sunshine has NOT left the building!
The good ship Lollypop is still afloat, folks!
Don’t concern yourselves!
After all, if it seems that IF my seams
And my life starts spilling out,
I simply look down the hall at another woman
Picking up the pieces of a life already seeped out.
Can she gather again all the pieces of her personage,
Precious to her,
Laid waste on the pavement?
And so, I’m thankful.
But still pissed, let’s be honest.
And still smiling.
Or is that seething?