Challenges, Life, Poetry


Ever have one of those days, weeks, months, years or even lifetimes? Feel like fate is against you? Want to kick its ass? Me too.

This poem is about that.


© 2019 punkie



my self is blown to smithereens
i’m scattered everywhere
bits and pieces fly about
debris in thinning air

the things i crave i may not have
they’re just beyond my reach
too high up, or buried deep,
or strewn along some beach

if i am ever back together
i swear i will not sin
and re-incur the wrath of god
no, next time i will win



© 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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