What The Water Has Given Me
By Husam (Sam) Salman
Pride and humility struggle
Like Oprah and dieting
Empty are the hands I use
To reach, to learn these vast
Lessons. No mentor, as I am
Expected to learn these alone.
No guide, freefalling – reaching
Out into the dark – reaching
To see if I bump into some
Other mistake in life.
It was just me and my scotch
At night, contemplating life,
Mistakes and the like. It’s that
Maddening glow of the fireplace
That would mesmerize
Allowing uninterrupted self
Introspection. I toast the fire,
Wood as its’ offering. It hissed
And me remaining silent outside
Of my head. In the time of life, I
Do regard my wellbeing
As measured by moments of joy.
The warming dance beyond the
Hearth caresses my cheeks.
I can always count on tomorrow
To offer me way too much,
sometimes,
just a little more than
I’m use to; other times – BOOM!
I drank way too much,
Buzzed, now slinking my ass
To bed.
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