And then I
Snapped like a
Wet towel growled
And barked like
A junk yard
Dog lunged like
A swamp alligator
And eventually saw
Before me moist
Eyes and tears
Why oh why
Did I do
That to you
And now we
Sit in the
Cold silence like
Late January winters
Frozen in place
After time even
The most painful
Memories turn pleasant
It’s not the
Pain that becomes
Pleasant it’s its
Forgiveness the heart
Heals after time
Learning to love
Even that which
Brought you pain
When you tune
Out the noise
Of life when
You stop listening
Even to yourself
And wander into
A forest you
Will hear the
Cackling and calling
Of birds one
To the other
While unseen you
Know they’re there
Just like angels
Singing the sweet
Melodies of heaven
One day I
Will meet a
Guy that rather
Than tires of
My poetry sings
It’s praises to
Me until then
I’ll hum these
Words to myself
And once again
It’s my turn
I’ve been up
To bat before
Either stepped out
Of the box
Swung and missed
Or got beaned
Today I grab
My bat confidently
Knowing that inside
Me is a
Home run if
Only I could
Meet a baseball
That understands me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 