UNFURLED

I’m overwhelmed with all their chatter. 

And all their words that don’t really matter. 

I’m under-whelmed with compassion for them. 

To survive without screaming, I’ll count up to ten. 

 I really don’t like me for writing this crap 

But I’ll do it anyway to see how I map

 A road out of these thoughts to reach higher fields

 Where flowers are blooming and nothing here yields

 To sinister feelings.

 I’m causing this world.

 The flag is unfurled

 Whose white says, “Surrender

 To thoughts that are tender. 

Take a step up the ladder

 From madder and sadder

 And join them in laughter

 And peace ever after.”

 (10 minute writing exercise 4/15/2013 by Janet Spiller)