"Marriage," A Poetry Post

A marriage can be

bliss purchased through selflessness,

or ripped to naught by

ignorance and selfishness.

Yes; it

could be a terrifying precipice

only made enticing by the

height and breadth and thrill of it;

or, it

could be a mist of noxious elements:

suffocating, nauseating, paralyzing, arrogating and

castrating.

It could be the end of advocating.

It could be the start of evaluating life’s significance.

Or, it

could be a wardrobe of duress or

beauty beyond the words a

normal person

could express;

yes,

it

could be the gift the guests are after.

It could the party’s old “white elephant.”

It could be

that it’s a winner in the summer and the

opposite description by the

time the winter hits;

or,

it

could be the center of attention

every holiday at momma’s when the

gossip gets spit.

I just think

that it’s

better to be honest about

sacrifices made when keeping

any commitment.

You can’t think

that

spending lots of dollars

or screaming at home and hollering

will lead to betterment

when you’re

in

it.

Marriage can be “Hallelujah;

My God I am so thankful that you

brought him in my life” on

Tuesday; and,

marriage can be “God, I wish I

never got myself into this; why’d I do this;

why?” by Friday.

I’m saying

this is how it is when you

attach yourself forever to another person’s

business.

Darkness and brilliance,

wrongs, rights,

right?

Fearlessness and foolishness

marriage is.

Hmm.

-T. D. James-Moss