Cheated

the first move of life:
brush the dead aside

dried leaves of last year

rub your eyes in the morning
before the sun gets them

you may somehow feel cheated

the words they say
don’t realign
don’t fix the way
but only remind you

you may somehow feel cheated

and perhaps your celebration is premature
maybe there is not great overcoming
maybe the next step is not more
than just the last step repeated