Poetry
“…Curse God and Die!”
It reads in the book of Job 2:9, “Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die!”
I’m sitting in my cab it’s a beautifully chilly, rainy day. I have a bit of a headache so I’m a little more on the grumpy side than normal. This passage comes to my mind as I slam my fists with all my might onto the steering wheel screaming as loudly as my voice could go & my head could handle!
I’m beyond frustrated I’m down right pissed. Absolutely aggravated at what my life’s become.
No I never planned much when I was growing up. Never laid out what I’d do with my life or whom I’d become.
Those things seemed so foreign to me, “future”, “older”, “goals”. They could’ve been in French as far as my thought process was concerned. No one talked to me about my future not any questions about what’d I wanted to do with my life were even asked.
So needless to say I didn’t finish college barely put much effort into it. Ended up with a child, single at the age of twenty-five. Things weren’t…
