#FiveMinuteFriday: CONTROL (a poem)

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I’m joining #FiveMinuteFriday over at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is CONTROL.  Below is five minutes of free flow writing. The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn! Join us at Kate’s place.


Lock computer screen.
Walk away, take control.

Except I have none.
The baby is fussy,
my fingers are cold,
I haven’t had breakfast.
Or lunch. I will make it to dinner.

I’m persistent.

Monday dangles
like a too far out of reach balloon
caught in the pecan tree in my back yard.

I will return to work,
driven and at the tail end of bittersweet.

These 12 weeks of unpaid leave
are in dire need of reform.
I hear loudly, “We shouldn’t have to pay for your kids.”
And they don’t. I pay my taxes – can I use those funds?

I sit near the table –
a welcome place to break bread.

I write out all that needs reform including my hair.
I’ll return to work soon.
Of that I have no control.

Of so much, I do not have control.

God is.

And I pray this is in the master plan.
These avalanches of reckless
and tidal waves of unknown, I pray fit in the master plan.

Like Micah, I will rise up!
Like Lazarus, I will rise up!
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