WEDNESDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT—ALMOST

Yes, sometimes it stings a little

But the reasons aren’t the same

I wouldn’t trade what I’ve been spared

For what I see

Or call the grief I sense, by any other name

Other than grief

And thank my lucky stars it didn’t stick to me

Yes, it took a while

But now, I find my heart is whole and well

I can’t believe compassion lives

And pity, too

Theirs, is a masquerade, as far as I can tell

They try and fail

And it’s a painful thing to view

And though it seems there’s nothing about “almost” to celebrate

“Almost” can be the thing to save your life

Don’t be afraid to take a good long look

You may even start to dance

Apart from “almost”, Honey

You’re doing just fine

The irony, is that they know you see through their ploy

But, pride is awfully hard to shake

The blind leap they took, gives them no place to land

What a silly—no, ridiculous mistake

But Mercy prevents you from mocking 

Their wounds that never mend

Sparing your feet, paths that weren’t yours to take

And though it seems there’s nothing about “almost” to celebrate

“Almost” can be the thing to save your life

Don’t be afraid to take a good long look

Do you see now?

Go on and dance.

Apart from almost, Honey,

You’re doing just fine