Separation Anxiety

(Dedicated to an unknown friend)

Sometimes two halves are worth more than their single whole.

Separation, division; the act is sometimes a form of growth in nature:
Single-cell organisms multiply by becoming two.

De-unification can be a freedom of spirit as well as a civil action;
conjoined twins, years together may become separate identities while retaining their shared memories.

The same is true for families, partners, long-married couples.

Growth continues to happen within the universe even while it keeps on expanding.

One needn’t fight the growth inherent within separation,
even while remembering the wonder and warmth of union.

Splitting up does not denote failure, it is the proof of growth.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

©26 April 2018

Duck, Cover, and Whinge

(just asking for a friend)

Does anyone wonder if he’s ever cried, real tears from real emotion?

Is it possible that he’s ever felt personal grief at the loss of a person instead of a thing;
the sensation of true sorrow, sadness, or mourning or regret?

Does anyone believe that he has ever felt shame, remorse, or guilt?

Who honestly would trust his apologies, assuming he would ever admit error?

Is it possible that there is any humanity in him, any shred of empathy, or dignity?

Has he only wept crocodile tears unless they were tears of frustration or anger?

Was there ever a thoughtful, compassionate person in that shell of a man,
or has his first and only thoughts been about him?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

©13 April 2018

Mid-Century Lass

I'm the type that they classify as quaint
(With thanks to Johnny Mercer)

I’m old fashioned but open minded
Forward thinking but conventional
Traditional with cutting edges
Reasonable but stubborn.  
I’m a listener and a thinker
An observer and a doer;
I speak my mind by remaining silent. 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
©1 April 2018