Swollen Eyes Poem by Randy McClave

My swollen, tired eyes truly say it all
And they weren't created by just a trip or a fall,
And they weren't created by the pollen in the air
But, by a snare.
Now it's difficult & overwhelming having to make a decision
Because, of this one and hopefully last collision,
Sometimes you must believe and say enough is enough
Even if it's with your last puff.
There's a decision in which no one ever truly wants to make
One in which you wish and pray you could just forsake,
One in which you could ignore and forget
But, it is now time for it.
You are forced to let go of something you wanted to hold on for a lifetime
Now it becomes just a silly rhyme,
Now you are prepared and getting ready just to tear it down
And momentarily you will wear sadness and a frown.
You make your decisions while holding on tightly to your sanity
And not onto guilt or remorse or vanity,
You know what needs to be said and also done
And you know from family and responsibilities you can't run.
You need your peace while not losing your heart in the process
Easier said than done I will readily confess,
But, remember your worth is way too high to settle for lies
And also to great to settle for disrespect and swollen eyes.

Randy L. McClave