A CHANGE OF STRIFE

A Change Of Strife Edward Iacona She said that she'd "changed" On a journey for her gnosis. Was this a real spiritual walk? Or form of psychoneurosis? She was gentle and kind, A true modern Isis. Then she screwed up our world, Could it be, MID-LIFE CRISIS? As many get older Some folks will insist, That there's more to their life, There's something they missed. For time slipped away And they now must resist. Simply put, they are frightened, Or just mentally pissed. I know well the feeling, So I can't disagree, There are dreams, there are goals And there's no guarantee. Time knows not persistence, Nor hears silent plea. I know that is true 'cause, It has happened to me. Did this happen to her As she rounded the bend? With no more time to lose She went off the deep end. Frustration and depression Really gives one the blues. I wish she'd be happy with A car, clothes or shoes. Then Tarot and Biorhythms Entered her New Age view, Plus numerology, crystals And some Astrology too. Auras and energy circles Charge this magical epigram Add the teachings of the Kabbalah (Not the toy from "Trans O Gram") Then there were angels, That was harmless enough, What followed them was More metaphysical stuff. She focused on Reiki And healing holistic, Absorbing herself in Modalities mystic. Did she know that her journey Also came with a danger? To her family that loved her (More than she knew) She become nearly a stranger. All the self help books she read Could not, possibly mention, Her family's heartbreak and pain. The truth of her cosmic "intention". Motivational books can come With a very high price, That one pays for reading Someone else’s advice. They claim what one can find But give reader’s no clues, That by taking their advice Just what else they can lose. No matter the path, Or what one is akin to, The problem with change, Is what one can turn in to. Our marriage was born in the deepest of love, Of two facing the world hand in hand. Now her family still wonders what part of, "I do", That she just didn't quite understand. Like all, she desired a stress free existence, Free from rough patches and nary a thicket. But, reality reigns and there are unfortunate events Unlike those penned by one Lemony Snicket. It's great to have hobbies, Interests and such Make them part of your life But never a crutch. Growth can be part Of a marital life, Not resulting in loss of A soul mate and wife. If a marriage become ill Then both are responsible True LOVE means everything still And “sick” means not terminal. Gone off to follow her vision, Something should remind her. That the old saying has wisdom To not burn bridges behind her. The grass on the opposite side as it's seen, Looks much greener and most beneficial. Until she finds out, after vaulting the fence, Time will tell her it's all artificial.