The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a poem which recounts creation myth.
How Your Life Came To Be A Mess
It is an epic tale, that of how your life came to be in shambles
The web you’ve spun which centers around how the world has done you wrong
Now flutters in the wind, barely holding on to its anchor in tatters
As the truth unfolds and the deceptions are made clear
Even you cannot remember all of the lies you’ve told, so how do you expect
The world, and especially me to believe in the ever morphing version
Which you call the truth?
Everywhere you go, things lie in ruins in your wake
From property, to relationships, and the hearts of those who love you
Yet, to hear you tell the tale it is everyone else’s fault but yours
It was the fault of your family who love you dearly and have
Done everything in their power to help you to get on your feet
Because they cannot send unlimited amounts of money to
Pay your way out of yet another self-created disaster
It was the fault of the mean landlord who had the nerve to expect
That the rent was paid on time and the home kept to a livable standard
How dare they make such unreasonable demands?
It wasn’t your fault that you spent all of your money on gadgets, takeout, and booze
And that all of those dirty clothes and trash covered the floor and walls
After all, how could you endure all of your hardships without the latest i-Phone?
It was the fault of your employer that you got your hours cut and eventually fired
Because they unreasonably expected that you show up on time, look presentable and
Go through the day with a decent attitude and demeanor. What is wrong with them?
You can’t be expected to be in a good mood when you are hung over.
It was the fault of the school for butting in where they do not belong
Calling the authorities due to glaringly obvious problems which created
Concern for the well-being of all of your children. Who did they think they were?
To feel love and concern for this beautiful child, not to mention performing
Their legal obligation to report what looks like neglect and abuse is unfathomable
In your eyes, the world has picked on you something fiercely
Granted life hasn’t been perfect. No one’s has, and that’s the truth
Despite your feelings of martyrdom and ability to believe your own lies
It is time to dispel the myth and get to the heart of the matter
You have always been loved by people who have bent over backward
Despite how you choose to see it. By people with oftentimes way larger
Problems than your own, and through no fault of their own. After all
No one chooses to have a physical ailment, as one chooses to prioritize
Ridiculousness over that of the wellbeing of their families and themselves.
You have always been supported by those who love you to the best of
Their abilities, mostly with not so much as a thank you or a phone call
To simply say hello and how are you. Did you expect that this could go on
Forever? That once you brought new lives into this world that a blind eye
Could continue to be turned while you systematically destroy those lives?
Before casting stones toward those who have and would have given their all
To be there for you, look in the mirror please, and admit that you need help
Real help in order to heal the things which drive you down a dangerous path
Understand that the time has come for you to learn the difference between
Love and enabling. Then you might see that you have never been alone, and
That those who love you can no longer help you to harm yourself and the
Innocent ones you’ve chosen to bring into this world.