Disappointment

I hope each day

When from my bed I rise

A cloaked shadow

Meets not my eyes.

Like an ink stain

A shadow bleeds

Leaves its mark

Unruly weeds.

Are my expectations

Far too high?

Is my perspective

Quite awry?

Touch the stars

Dance on the moon

Fly like a bird

Write a tune.

It’s usually a person

Or could be just life

That tosses the cloak

To cut like a knife.

The shadow affects me

Pulls at my heart

Deflates my balloon

Can tear me apart.

Ache of disappointment

Something I find hard

To overcome without

Feeling too scarred.

Overthink I might

I know that I do

But that’s who I am

To myself be true.

Maybe I ask too much

Demanding perhaps

Although why compromise

The package life wraps.