Unleashed

 I would tell him

after my father’s health

failing so fast, about

the ICU waiting room

the hours that ticked

by like punishment

how the perfect rhythm of

an upside down life

had thrown me off course.

I would tell him these things

so he would know

as he wrote in the thick

File of Me

I was not deliberately

riding into madness.

It is reasonable, after all,

to see me as human.

I have decided to think

about why I care

what he thinks of

my excuses after

I’ve given them

and seen his face.

              ~ © 2003, Carol Tilley-Williams, all rights reserved