Quickie Poetry: Terminus/Terminal

Maybe that's the role I was meant to play

That's the job handed my way

To set the stage, to coach the lines

To take the anger and the whines

To give support

To take the blame

To be a resort 

For these complicated games.

To cry it out

To be the one whose strong

To bleed, to shout

To be told I'm wrong.

To believe, to love

To strive for an ideal

To keep a level head

To think, to feel.

Maybe in the end, 

we do what we know we must

And leave the future to the chance

it will crumble to dust.

Or maybe it is just another day

Another moment in time

To be patient, to be calm

To work, to unwind.

Maybe this will end

Or maybe this will grow

Maybe I was never enough

Maybe I will never know.

But at least, there is something

I know to be true

I left learnings, lessons,

to make you a better you.