Thinkable Thoughts

Mortality is a reality,

My morality is something I question day by day.

As feelings that govern the heart,

start to chip away,

the membrane of protection,

that allows the heart to beat,

for my blood to run warm,

& the oxygen of hope to help me breath.

My ethical code at times,

have no rhyme or reason,

to decisions I come to,

like a clock that ticks but don't tock,

like a clear lake that is still but appears rippled,

& a sun that rises but never shines.

I can smile, looking at my life in pictures,

from birth laying in my mothers arms,

to now a grown woman,

looking for a man with that fairy tale charm,

to meet me at the end of the aisle,

& say I will love you forever.

Now you can take off those shackles,

as we walk into the sunset,

arm in arm.