at 31

at 31

You dibble 

And dabble,

Challenge streams 

Without a paddle

Then, 

Look to me 

As your saddle

When the ride

Is a bit more uncomfortable

Than you anticipated.

And like clockwork,

I break my back

To keep you compensated 

For all the shortcomings 

That the universe 

Brings to your door.

I bring balance 

To glories 

That you attempt to force.

And like a burglar in the night,

You take credit 

For the value 

That I bring to your life. 

If only you could see

That I’m the one you need,

Perhaps 

You wouldn’t have to spend 

So much time 

Out to sea. 

copyright 2019 by kentrell blanche

napped

Saw your headlights 

In my rearview mirror. 

You got so close

That my soul began to quiver. 

Pulled over

And braced myself

To come in last

But to my untimely surprise,

You wanted more

Than the right to pass. 

You pulled behind 

My stalled vessel,

Waited patiently 

For the stars to settle. 

You got out of the vehicle 

With your promises drawn

And convinced me 

To surrender 

To your idea of a happy home. 

Tucked me i...