Chrysanthemums & Swords

The doctors told my family I wouldn’t live past the age of sixteen

She told me that she didn’t feel that magic spark

They informed me I didn’t get in

He told me I didn’t get the job

They never phoned back

She said “No”

He ignored

He taught me all about speaking and giving from the heart

She disappeared the morning after

She disappeared months later

I walked away

I ran away

The teacher taught me well

The instructor instructed me well

The lovers have all loved me well

The doctors and surgeons fixed me well

I got lost coming home

And I’ve never made it back

I’ve never been home since that drive

Every day I turn and all I see is another road to another road to another road

So on this 10th day of July, I ask myself

Do I take the road that leads to the sword?

Or do I take the road that leads to the chrysanthemums?

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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