Here lies Me
Jumping from distraction to distraction
Filling, running, opaquely distancing
Filling what’s empty but it never quite reaches
Prematurely regretting my today
Looking back from the future
Aware of my own ridiculousness
Alone in that universal cliche way that leads to bad poetry like this
Grasping for a feeling of mattering, questioning all the while if mattering matters.
Gotta stop going in reverse before getting to go forward
It’s neutral you gotta watch out for, oh yes
Neutral is a mire
Balance on the head of a pin doesn’t leave no room for dancing.
But onward!
Cutting the sinewy ropes of habit with a spoon
Nudging imagined regret into excitement
Oh, for a chance to keep my toolbelt for myself, to test and sharpen and polish and use and hone my skills for me
Oh for a chance to give myself that chance.over and over each day
Oh for a chance to live in my fear, to give it a hug and go adventuring.
Oh to get outside myself to start that ball rolling, instead of talking about it.
Oh to take my own damn advice.
It’s time.
Just a little push.