Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem about the cruelest month.

There’s no getting around October

Whether it’s your theatre of cruelty
or merely the pre-show
you’re too cruel, you know

You throw up a course of obstacles
thirty-one steps to the other side
I have no choice but to follow the path

Forced to pull up again and again
I stumble towards my destination
never knowing what it may be

Whatever your intentions may be
I will have no qualms
about seeing you go

In the meantime
I accept you with grace
so that someday I may be free

(4 April 2016)