Hour Five
an inkling of forced into retirement the choice not my making.
known at 41 left to raise my son fend for myself.
had known, my future, the moments of fear, frustration, and anger.
had a clue of the anxiety and depression, of the pills, hospitals, ambulance rides.
all the money spent commuting.
knew I’d move to somewhere unfamiliar.
of isolation and a global pandemic no access to family.
had known now what I’ve seen, and done.
made a difference?
be different?
achieved the same result?
made other choices?
left my hometown?
had only known?
only knew I had an inkling.
if I knew knowing now.
I am sorry for the hardships you’ve endured (and a host of them during the pandemic)… I appreciated the disjointed phrasing/beat of the lines as they matched the theme of struggling and the way the knowing, knew or didn’t know… clever rendering in this poem.
Thank you Cristy, your words mean a lot.
Hugs,
Wow, that’s powerful. I know where you’re coming from having lost my job three times over the years. I’m sorry you went through it.
Thank you. The last 3 years have been hard on everyone but some won’t admit it, or choose to ignore it. I thought this was a fitting moment to share.
Hugs,