Mildly frightened by op number twelve
Hopefully the last in this line of dramas
The last two years have challenged me
Beyond thoughts of human endeavour
Living the new normal, frustrated as hell.

The waiting game, a throw of dice
Smell of fear in the air, is it just me?
Reading about a peaceful warrior,
That was his path, it isn’t mine
Feelings of wanting to run away
Again this fear of facing reality
Death is never a true tragedy.

Wherever I might have been, here is where I am
Whatever I thought would be, this my reality
Whomever I hoped I’d become, this is who I am
However I dreamed life should be, this is how it is.

Scared of the unknown, delivered from the past
Now is where I need to focus not the path ahead
Taking what’s given with a pinch of salt
Not able to change the events that led me here.

The sun has set, the darkness gathers
Thoughts move swift from pen to paper
The trees across the paddock begin to meld
Into the darkness while crickets sing
A bright chirp to the kookaburra’s call
His proclamation from a distant branch
A lone helicopter its beating fades
As does the red from the sky.
Peace so quiet muffled by the night
Draws near. A lonely white bird passes
The evening’s ghosts call, alone dead and still
This is the hour of peace.