EXPECTATIONS GREAT AND SMALL
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Expectations, this side of heaven or hell,
Torture the young, damage the middle aged
And haunt the elderly like a reaper.
Great expectations, aah yes, these are
Something only the brave heart would
Chase or a fool would choose to embrace.
I am yesterday’s fool, brimmed with a
Past shackled to my brave heart.
Small expectations, no matter how tiny,
Are still capable of tremendous fallout.
They harbor fear, anxiety, jealousy,
Anger, hatred, murder without ceremony.
When an unceremonious choke hold is
Seeking approval and distinction in a
Tawdry boxing ring of worn out wrestlers
It’s time to roll up the soiled mat and
Throw out the baby with the bath water.
Who can stand up and say truthfully
“ I who love you so dearly have no
Expectations whatsoever from you.”
Who can stand up and say truthfully
“ I am totally satisfied in every way
To accept whatever time and love
You decide to give to me at any time;
At no time; Sometimes; Never; Ever.”
Who can stand up and say truthfully
“My love is so great, faithful and
Long suffering that I will never leave you,
Not for any reason. I will endure.”
Who can say these affirmations
And if uttered, who will believe them?
Expectations, great and small,
This is the stuff of nightmares.