My Morning

The time of day I drag
my body out of bed.

Try to avoid losing vision,
fainting, or falling down.

A migraine awaits me,
at the top of the stairs.

A place where my breath runs from me...
Impossible to catch that guy some times.
Who needs to breathe anyhow?

The top, where my heart races.
I'm feeling flush,
and try hitting the floor
before it hits me.

My sight escapes me, my ears ring.
Zero sound, hearing lost.

It's a miracle
I've made it this far!

Etiquette

How to accept an apology with grace:

Understand humanity
doesn't understand
the word sorry.

Realize, integrity,
does exist in an
"if, an or but."

Some people, while genuine,
feel no remorse for their actions.
Yet they're honest,
sorry for the aftermath.

I know, at times, it's much easier,
to blow off steam...

To scream in someone's face,
to exclaim,
"IF AN OR BUT! HA!
WHAT ABOUT THAT I?
OR DID?"

Try to be kind, and say instead;

I understand the effort put in to this apology.
I'm unimpressed your sickly sorries.

Everything you've done
is incredibly infuriating.

However, I realize an apology
can be hard to find.
There's both promise and integrity
in a person who's willing to try.