Maybe I should have just
kept my mouth shut.
Maybe I should have just
stayed home.
Maybe I should have just
given up
and called on some higher power
to come and take these
difficult and tedious words,
staggeringly insurmountable tasks,
debasing and menial things
away.
Maybe I should have cried out,
“This is too hard! I can’t do it!”
and begged and pleaded
with a cold and immutable Earth,
that I should be spared
discomfort and toil and shame;
because no one likes to be wrong.
No one asks to be responsible.
I sure as fuck
did not ask to be
saddled with ‘yes men’
and second guessed
by those who would never
be willing to be
the scapegoat.
My hands are scarred
and rough from a lifetime
of work.
My heart
bears similar marks,
because it has been used.
My mind,
is battered and traumatized
from life,
but has been life lived
and lived well.
I’ll keep doing it.
pushing past the ‘normal’.
Challenging the accepted limits,
because I will not shackle my mind.
Oh, and I will fail,
you better fucking believe it.
When I’m gone;
you’re going to know I was here.
HG – 2016
