This is Not What I Expected

I stare out the window,
stand and watch the rain beat down
harshly on the rug spread on my patio;
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I sip coffee from a chipped mug that I broke
during my last move;
its temperature scalds me—
just like life.

By the time I finish my cup
and the day has halfway gone,
the raining stops;
So, I do as I always have.

I trudge outside,
hand the sodden rug over the metal furniture to dry,
and I make my peace that,
oftentimes, life occurs in such a way that I am both
the mess and
the broom;

No worries, though,
for I will always have the ability
to sweep myself back up again.

Author: Rowan Hart

For work, I'm a medicolegal death investigator, harm reductionist, and a board member here for BipolarClubDX. I also have a bad habit of simultaneously starting multiple projects and businesses that end up falling to the wayside, but that just means I'm a "go big or stay home" personality. In my personal life, I'm deaf, kind, and extremely passionate. For fun, I'm a cemetery habitué because of my taphophilic interests, and I will always maintain that I am in love with love incarnate. Also, I'm bipolar. And that's not listed in any of the above groups because it doesn't ever just fall into one subcategory of my life; it's a huge part of me.

2 thoughts on “This is Not What I Expected

  1. Pamela Gold says:

    Your word choice is a guiding light. I mean that!


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