The Me That Never Was

 

I'm not who I was before cancer.

Maybe that's what God intended.

I took my helmet from the shelf

to breathe some Harley air.

I rode off to find myself,

but I wasn't there.

Down the lonely open road

through mirrored halls of time;

at each bend reflections showed,

but none of them were mine.

There were ghosts from bygone days,

blank-eyed in shivered sleep,

but none to speak with, none to praise,

and surely none to keep

as I passed through another morn,

another death, to be reborn.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SEASON.

'Tis the season for paprika,

fa la la la la, la la, la la!

Helps food to not taste like a sneaker

that's been too long on unwashed paw!

Try some curry powder too,

ting a ling a ling, to add some zing!

It may not be Cordon Bleu,

but it'll fix a nasty chicken wing!

Keep Tabasco on the table,

hot-ot-ot-ot-ot, ot ot, ot ot!

Gulp it down quick as you're able 

ever though taste buds would rather not,

but best to have a mouth that burns

than seeing how your meal returns.

Just under five minutes. Think I'll skip dinner.

Music from The Calling, with Our Lives

Sylvia doesn't care about finding herself. Finding ice cream's more important.