The price I pay
for clarity and conviction
is waking up alone
to breakfast in an empty kitchen
marveling at the loneliness
of the sunrise.
I paid the toll eagerly
at the turnpike
gaining entrance
to an unknown stretch
of road.
I would not rewrite history
even now
as I stand on the shoulder
wistfully watching my younger self
pull a coin from her purse
enthusiastically toss it
into the toll chute
saying yes to what’s next
blissfully cavalier
with her
power.
My eyes well with pride
and grief
at her tender ignorance.
We can only regret
futures that died on the vine
unviable embryos
never brought to term.
We can only know
what we chose.
I must trust in the kindness
of the Divine,
believe in her wisdom –
all else is futility
and dank regret.
But would that there were
a way to enjoy such
unprecedented choice
without the persistent gnaw
of loneliness.
Alas, I am born
too soon.
© S. Rinderle, 2018
Purple Lyrics 
This is really good.
Thank you!
Susana,
Last I heard you were “with” some one and very happy … no?
Are you still in So Cal (?) or back in Albuquerque?
I wish you well … and happiness … everyone deserves to be happy … and loved.
My best to you and yours, Billy Brown
Hi Billy! Still live in LA, and Bob and I broke up over a year ago. Good to hear from you!
This is a remarkably poignant, and meaningful, piece, friend.
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Thank you, Friend!
“I must trust in the kindness of the Divine – believe in her wisdom – all else is futility and dank regret.” Beautiful, timely, raw, and real.
Yup. Walking the talk — that shit is hard!