Fated words, uttered loud and forceful
(expletives deleted) with hot breath fast and panicked.
those words have marched in lock step
with this silly goose so desperate to be a swan
goose stepping right along with the best
of the fuhrer’s furor-troops and shock tropes.
my friend spoke of these, and sentences that
jail themselves with these bars “if only”.
well, I “if only”-ed myself into Horner’s Corner
and stuck in a thumb to pull out
if only i had not said that
if only i had thought before i moved
if only i was smaller
if only i was quieter
if only my body…yeah.
if only the blood didn’t come out of the wounds
(i whisper this, shame steals my voice but not the evil thought)
if only i had never been…
Those are my “if only”s.
So, how to go on to “yet shall I”
“yet shall I praise Them”
“yet shall I lift my eyes up to the mountains, from whence shall my help come”
“yet shall I bow”
“yet shall I breathe”
“yet shall I hope”
“yet shall I say sorry until the word is a worn out Hush Puppy”
“and yet shall I love, shall I love, shall I love thru it all”