Poetry

I Can

by Gustave Deresse (demonetized)

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

There are words
unworth
the saying; they
float in your mind,
waiting for
a chance to burst
into
reality.

Sometimes,
you allow
them.

It’s fine,
just follow
the
program once
more.

I’ll say it
first.

‘I can.’

This is assuming
your
will is
reasonable
on
the
deepest
levels.

One
must be
guided
by principles.

You won’t
attempt anything
that isn’t known
right,
or possible.

Many things
please me in their
decided
impossibility.

But
growth?

I can.

Healing?

I can.

Success?

Given proper attention
to
reason —

I can.

There’s nothing
more
natural than
limitations,
and yet
there are so many
things in
life
to which
I can reasonably
say these
words.

I can.

I can.

I can.

Sometimes you’ll
be wrong,
and
you’ll
learn as
you
must.

Other times,
you
won’t need to
learn the
hard way,
because you —

This brightness is fucked up.

One of my closest friends is putting down his cat today. They were very close, abnormally close. This kitty ruled his apartment, his relationships, his health, his life…

It was lately discovered that her diabetes had worsened drastically, and though he could just afford to medicate her, it isn’t worth it for either of them. She hates going to the vet, and this treatment would mean frequent visits. As for him, he’s deathly allergic.

My Brother, My Homie — James Graham

James hasn’t breathed or slept properly in the fourteen years since he rescued her the first time.

It also worsens his other allergies.

I’m willing to bet he’ll be less affected by the spices and flower in the air at work, and possibly he’ll even be able to eat more than just white rice and chicken again. The occasional ground beef, or a sip of Ginger Ale could be nice.

He has an unfortunately long list of allergies — wheat, lactose, soy, nuts, seeds, some fruits, assorted materials, penicillin…

And more.

The whole world is about to change around him.

Pumpkin dictated everything. He might even rejoin the Outlaws, now that he can have a proper video chat. Unlikely, but entirely he’ll at least be able to talk to people more often.

The kitty wasn’t a fan of phone speakers, mid to loud volumes, or being ignored for others.

Every meal, about halfway through eating, she would meow to get his attention in another room. Nothing would be wrong, but he always checked to make sure. I think she just wanted to make a point.

He’s heartbroken that it’s ending.

Their relationship might have started with an oath to a dear friend, but soon he became directly attached, and now that connection can really be felt.

It all goes down in nine hours from the time I’m writing this. He’s asked me to spend a couple of days at his place afterward.

So, I won’t be around for a bit.

I’m not taking the laptop with me; it’s too heavy, and my walk there edges towards three hours.

Maybe you’d prefer I apologize for this sudden turn of atmosphere.

This piece was meant as a positive poem.

I could separate the original entry from this addition and use it later, monetized and all.

I won’t.

Now to further raise my energy before going over.

What a wonderful time for my signature to be a snippet of code.

You have my blessings.

Cheers.

FIN — Image by Author.

About the Author:

🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Truthful & Theatrical Métis-Canadian Writer, Editor, Wanderer, Cook, and Musical Artist Who Enjoys Exploring Themes as Spirituality, Logic, Love, Life, Philosophy, Nature, Art, Neurocognitive Psychology, Creativity, Writing, Humour, Inspiration, Music, Wellbeing — and the Weird.

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I appreciate you, take care.

Sincerely,
— G