Gail Bohle


Eager, willing, being nice, trying, swallowing. I’m hoping thrice. This time arms will open wide. Eyes will smile and melt the ice.


I’m pushing back, pain, hurt, helplessness. Trying hard to make it work. Attracting it, expecting it. Pain hurts. Hide, be wise – I paste a smile to hide dead eyes.

Acceptance creeps in easy, free and floating. Takes for granted, smug, unnoticed. I bask in glory, floating, flying. Accepting acceptance, I smile, I gloat.

But wait …


Take for granted? My eyes are smiling? I stop and thank the starry shining.

Rejection pounces when I’m smug.

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