A Real...Something Poem by Cee Bea

Maybe it was the
'don't quit your day job'

so a greater entity said
'well you wouldn't' soooo
WHAMO…Heaaaarttt Attack
they called it a widow maker

leaving me time to write,
because well
I may not make money at it
but it is what I do, and love to do

So yes, I see rain
as liquid sunshine
yes I find night necessary for day

and I only got hit by lightning
after they put electronics in me

so what do you do with faith….
you wonder
beautifully at times
angrily at others

the electronics I had them take out
the meds I almost quit.
If its my time-
Its my time right?

Then I decided that instead of waiting to die
I'd live till I did
and be a real…something