Treasure Island

Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

A Change Of Strife


She said that she'd 'changed'
On a journey for her gnosis.
Was this a real spiritual walk?
Or form of psychoneurosis?

She was gentle and kind,
A true modern Isis.
Then she screwed up our world,
Could it be, MID-LIFE CRISIS?

As many get older
Some folks will insist,
That there's more to their life,
There's something they missed.

For time slipped away
And they now must resist,
Simply put, they are frightened
Or just mentally pissed.

I know well the feeling,
So I can't disagree,
There are dreams, there are goals
And there's no guarantee.


Time knows not persistence
Nor hears silent plea.
I know that is true 'cause,
It has happened to me.

Did this happen to her
As she rounded the bend?
With no more time to lose
She went off the deep end.

Frustration and depression
Really gives one the blues.
I wish she'd be happy with
A car, clothes or shoes.

The Tarot and Biorhythms
Entered her New Age view,
Plus numerology, crystals
And some Astrology too.

Auras and energy circles
Charge this magical epigram
Add the teachings of the Kabbalah
(Not the toy from 'Trans O Gram')

Then there were angels,
That was harmless enough,
What followed them was
More metaphysical stuff.

She focused on Reiki
And healing holistic,
Absorbing herself in
Modalities mystic.

Did she know that her journey
Also came with a danger?
To her family that loved her (more than she knew)
She become nearly a stranger.

All the self help books she read
Could not, possibly mention,
Her family's heartbreak and pain.
The truth of her cosmic 'intention'.

Motivational books can come
With a very high price,
That one pays for reading
Someone else's advice.

They claim what one can find
But give reader's no clues.
That from taking such advice,
Just what else they can lose.

No matter the path,
Or what one is akin to,
The problem with change,
Is what one can turn in to.

Our marriage was born in the deepest of love,
Of two facing the world hand in hand.
Now her family still wonders what part of, 'I do',
That she just didn't quite understand.

Like all, she desired a stress free existence,
Free from rough patches and nary a thicket.
But, reality reigns and there are unfortunate events
Unlike those penned by one Lemony Snicket.

It's great to have hobbies,
Interests and such,
Make them part of your life
But never a crutch.

Growth can be part
Of a marital life,
Not resulting in loss of
A soul mate and wife.

If a marriage becomes ill
Then both are responsible.
True LOVE means everything still
And 'Sick' does not mean terminal.

Gone off to follow her vision,
Something should remind her.
That the old saying has wisdom
To not burn bridges behind her.

The grass on the opposite side as it's seen,
Looks much greener and most beneficial.
Until she finds out, after vaulting the fence,
Time will tell her it's all artificial.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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