in tiny town the line between lunacy and humor
is filament thin… moving striving pushing nudging and jostled daily
by strangers coming and going in this station we now find a small minded young woman
mistakenly given a taste of control and power re-creating her safety net of high school’s mean-girl antics
trying them on for size in this, a most inappropriate “more enlightened” venue
targeting one more once again to assuage her own fears and leftover insecurities…
while grasping desperately to claim her place as believable and capable of her duties
in tiny town she reopens this new chapter of defining self-worth and self-importance
with cruel jabs at others targeting their frailness and age
whispering cutting jokes just loud enough to be heard choosing to ignore
just this one upon entering a roomful of fellow tiny town folk and, best of all
in her shallow eyes, making fun of another’s size and newfound physical disabilities (the severity of which, have yet to be publicly disclosed…)
i am stuck here in tiny town this town where i have found a culture of
passion for things that truly matter to me a town where until now, i have found my place
but bad planning and unplanned blind-sightings
leave me stranded at this station watching the clocktower losing minutes and hours
feigning off the blows of this one runaway train whose de-railing cruelty
from this one with a tiny bit of power in this tiny town has brought up a lifetime of old
demons best left buried in a aged past…
the station is empty at this hour
normally, its aisles and benches are filled with kind and true faces
knowledgeable young humans, astoundingly wise beyond their years
who have embraced an older woman’s tender heart and
continue to teach her so much..
but as always, it is the antics of one that stick from the daggers carefully aimed
at the bulls eye on the hearts of the overly-sensitive
one, this singular elder, is too weary for battle again
one, who has seen too much of this in a long-life’s past
is unable to stomach such nonsense
and is trapped with no other trains in sight
Somebody needs a good slap—-Ninja at your service mam! 🙂
oh how i love you!