I struggle daily
to think in terms of bitterness
and to discount others
as simply being too stupid to understand
why the happiest I’ve ever been
is today, was yesterday, will be tomorrow –
Grappling with the instinct to judge
those who see this celebration of life as self-righteous –
. . .
And when short-sighted ignorants
sling mud blindly on the faces of those I love,
it’s all I can do
not to make them wish they were born deaf, and
to inflict vows of moral silence –
all I have of what some call strength, others, weakness,
dedicates itself to eviscerating the weapon, never
destroying the soldier.
It is difficult to be normal –
but the mere existence of temptation
has never justified falling prey to it –
Otherwise, what do future generations
of ourselves have to look back on
and be proud of?