“Expectations and Realities”
By Ashley O’Hare
The butterflies never fluttered.
The colors never lost their monochrome hue.
There was never a ground-breaking revelation.
There was nothing special about the stroke of midnight.
The spiders crawled down my skin.
The red flags were blinding.
There were informative lessons taught.
There wasn’t a safe time of day.
No senses were spared.
No warning signs were posted
ahead of time.
Improvisation is a last resort,
not an ideal starting point.
It is the perfect recipe
to the perfect storm.