Expectations

Readers are encouraging me to write more poems. Here’s one from my never been shared archives. Sometimes it’s fun and an extra challenge to rhyme.

Expectations

Expectations tripped me up again

Slipping in the back door

Disguised as reality

Sneaky to the core

Struggling, resistance

Poor me, mad at life

A big story to tell

To the tune of strife

But then I woke up

And peeked through the fog

I realized my misery

An emotional bog

Oh, I see what’s happening

My thoughts, at it again

Making suffering look legit

Important to defend

As I woke up

And caught on to the game

My feelings, they shifted

Nothing looked the same

The stress and the strain

Began to fade away

I then became free

To fall in love with my day