You sneak up on people like a thief;

Your unexpected inconvenience

leaves people helpless

for a while,

Stuck in a drunken stupor

of indecision and inconvenience

that can last forever.

You trespass on lives;

unwelcome,

unplanned for

and unnecessary,

at least that’s what I think.

Sometimes you arrive at birth,

a wrecking ball from the start

Causing others to call you

a mixed blessing or a gift,

that’s bull****;

It’s a gift that I would not want.

Sometimes you arrive late,

at the prime of life

Stealing laughter,

the gift of children;

destroying families,

independence

and the ability to walk down the

street without the assistance of a

wheelchair, a brace, a cane,

a guide dog, an aide or anything

else one could imagine as

unnecessary to able bodies;

I hate you

  Sometimes.

I imagine the magic wand that

struck the head of a “Superman”

and said, “I choose you”

and passed by the head of a

lesser man selling death

to children or leaving marks

on a woman that weren’t

given birth.

Fairy Godmother

you suck;

I will not leave my tokens

for you under my pillow;

I will not pray for your

blessings anymore;

You are a thief.

You make no sense.

I cannot rationalize;

all I can do is deal.