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Keep Up The Pretense
by Alison McKenzieEating my Trader Joes maple yogurt
Mixed with my favorite chunky granola,
This is my new indulgence.
Ive taken off the beads,
Too difficult to live that lie anymore.
Ive put away the altar,
Tucked away the books for the moment,
And I wonder if there will be any wedding.
The duality of ideal vs. reality
Is too wide,
Like the span of years between,
I cant make the spread anymore,
And it exhausts me to bear the weight
Of holding the space for that pretense.
I will keep the vegetarian way of life,
Finding its vibratory rate
Quite compatible.
But how much more of it is rubbish
Remains to be seen.
11/13/2008 Author's Note: *sigh*
Posted on 11/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/08 at 04:01 AM I'm often rather afraid of finding out I'm a huge fraud as well. Heh. Awesome work. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/14/08 at 07:45 AM Hang in there! Let's hope we all can find something that works for us. MFS |
| Posted by David Garner on 11/19/08 at 03:33 AM so vivid. the second stanza is stunning. |
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