Blaze

Blaze

Looking into those brown eyes

My anger bubbles inside

Years of resentment in human form

Entitlement, privilege, and good fortune

All three things denied to me

Given so freely to another

I hold my breathe

It’s not her fault she’s been handed

The easiest draw in life

Gently handled with kid gloves

Gentle soothed into sleep

She must look at me

See the fire in my eyes

The thousands of things

To be done, undone, redone

And fall back into her slumber

Because someone else will handle it

Because she doesn’t need to learn

Retirement is the next door for her

As I blaze my trail out the door

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