Signals Sent Meant To Be Mixed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If one becomes subjected unexpectedly,
To an accepting of taking responsibility...
With their mouth closed.
Enduring going through B.S.
Unknown by others to disclose it shown.
Every right they have,
To express attitude.
And moments of shifting moods.
Until that day finally arrives,
They are blessed to return...
Back to a life they had left behind.
Knowing it was God that saved them,
From losing their mind and thought to be crazed.
With faith and prayer.
Regardless who had stared at a raised eye brow.

"Are you okay? "

-Yeah! Why? I'm feeling fine.-

"Your right eyebrow.
For years it was raised like a mountain peak."

-Well...
My left eyebrow,
For whatever the reason...
Kept me sane.
And approachable for those curious enough,
To accept I must have had other stuff on my mind.
Yet unwilling to discuss or volunteer.-

"Oh?
Like a mixed signal sent."

-Yeah.
Like a signal sent meant to be mixed.-