MONDAY MORNING

Poem by Molly Durand 6/10/19

Been a minute since I felt myself

Put others first, no inner wealth

Forgetting what my momma knew

Do your part and please be true

A thunder bolt this morning free

Dance & sing, reviving me

The Cover up: claim “healing sick”

Smoke and mirrors, a draining trick

Letting vultures sip your ever well

Waxing love will fix their broken spell

Dangling carrots to keep you fed

But never biting, famished instead

Wake up darling no more bad dreams

No one can get you, plan or scheme

Take a dive you will survive

And all that’s dead will come alive