Summer sunset on the shores around Hvidbjerg Strand, Jylland, Denmark
Poetry
Acquiescence
A poem by ©Christine Bode 2022
I do not mean to hurt you with my pain;
I’m trying to manage it, six ways to Sunday.
Some days, I succeed, and some days I fail,
And some days, I simply feel trapped in this jail.
Anxiety and depression run in my family;
For years, I lived elsewhere, attempting to run away.
Don’t know how to thrive and escape this gloom,
As I will not get to Europe anytime soon.
I must surrender and make the best of what Kingston can offer;
So acquiescence and submission I’ll proffer.
I can relate to John Prine’s Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings;
I’ll look for beauty and hope in Send in the Clown’s window dressing.
Although all I ever wanted was love, actually;
I received it, just not the way I had hoped, factually.
Another thing I must surrender to and accept;
Give thanks for the blessings and garbage the rest.
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