[Painting by Elizabeth Lisa]
My Share of Losing
If I suggest an answer to your everything,
You might praise me more than I deserve.
I may impress you for a little while,
Then, it will be gone;
And still, a mystery.
If I contaminate your thoughts with my tendencies,
I may haze an aching soul determined to escape;
Despite the welcome, in a glance of faith.
But if my hope gives way to your world,
It may come as a stranger in hesitating steps.
I have lost many things disguised in words.
Oh, but what I have won; Once upon a time –
So tonight, I dance beneath the midnight sky,
To celebrate my sweet defeat;
My share . . .
With no regrets.