A Sudden Turn Poem by Julia Luber

And what's it going to be this time? What's she going to say?
What's she going to do? What's she going to pull this time
to make me regret helping her so much at a time of crisis?
How is she going to undo my sense of making a good decision
to concede to her requests for help to undo whatever sense of
normalcy and making the right decision attained this time?

How's she going to try and steal the power of helping her this time?

Because it has happened a number of times before. And every time, it might
go on for awhile with no sense of regret, but then, something happens.
She usually pulls something to upend and undo my sense of control
and focus. My sense of being normal. She is going to say something.
These pins and needles have to stop. But I know to expect a sudden turn.