Day Fifty-three

Today's words;

Star

Hammer

Desert

Decoy

Saddle

Worry

I know you're a star,

You don't need to hammer

It into my head. Compared to yours, my life is a desert.

Or is that just another decoy

To keep me working and in the saddle

As your hanger-on and worry-

Wart. Well, don't worry.

I know how to star 

In my own play as well. Don't saddle

Me with your problems, or threaten me with a hammer.

I'm thinking of my duck decoy

Collection, useless in this desert.

I won't desert you,

You needn't worry about that.

It was just a decoy,

To distract you from always playng the star.

My head feels like it's being hit with a hammer.

Like putting a saddle

On an unbroken horse, I fought when you tried to saddle

Me with your responsibilities. Whose fault is it we're in this desert

Anyway? I'll hammer

That idea home, until worry

Becomes the star

Of this play, with fear as a decoy.

Just as a decoy

Lures unsuspecting birds, so the saddle

Of time can dim the luster of a star.

Lost in the desert,

Shaking with worry,

Smashing rocks with a hammer

Out of frustration. I used a hammer

To crush that decoy.

That's the end of one worry

Then, sitting tall in the saddle,

In the middle of this desert

I lassoed a star.

With my hammer hanging from a loop on my saddle,

I used a decoy to attract prey in this desert,

Hoping that worry could be erased by wishing on a star.