I hesitate…I flip, I flop…I erase…I start over
I choose the words then discard
at first they fit, then they don’t
why is it so hard to step
from the edge in to the light?
instead…squirmy uncomfortable, exposed
no self promotion here
it just isn’t done
there’s always the risk
that you’ll start to think too much of yourself
an endless loop of messages replay
words and rules and ways to behave
swirl and swarm like gnats about my head
yours is not to question why, yours is but to do or….
stay the course that’s expected
what do you know anyway?
…you’ve got nothing of worth to give
or so I thought, all those years
it was the only way I knew…
now as I dig through these thoughts with long roots
as if I’m being unearthed
…in crumbs and tidbits, not all at once
but the air’s getting in…
can I breathe away
the steadily stomped on
and stuffed down?
the open, the spacious
the beautiful unknown
where I am so much more
than the route on a map
that others might choose to follow
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