Off The List

Off the list
No more parties for you
Unfriended, blocked, unwelcome

A subtle rejection
Quiet and sneaky, perhaps
Why declare it with words?
Better to play it safe
Fly under the radar
It's not like you were UN-INVITED
The possibility of inclusion never even existed
There were no expectations to dash
No feelings to hurt, now were there?

If you had just conformed to the herd

Went along with the sheep instead

But you were a mere lamb, and a lame one at that 

You needed slaughtering
It had to be done, you see
For you were born of the dark ewe
And the ram with the broken prongs.
Foolish of them really
To think they could hide you from the sacrifice.

Don't take it personally, though
No offense intended
Just know that you will not see your name
On the list, ever again.


Party on!

Precious Quick-sand

Shins dotted purple and blue
With bruises of variable hue
Gastrocnemius swollen tight
AnkleFootOrthotics strapped on every night
Tummy out, shoulders thrown back
Waddling  like a penguin white and black
Balance is off, appetite is not
Damned Deflazacort  and that cake Grandma brought
Joyous green eyes, messy golden hair
Oh this is so not fair
Little brother is taller and runs so fast
There are not as many friends as in the past
Wheelchairs and scooters are only cool for awhile
Nowhere to hide, no more denial
« Duchenne » it says on the file
 
Hold on tight to my hand   
As we journey across this quick-sand
A beautiful life these 11 precious years
Both bliss and pain bring colorless tears