Gathering
all that I am
for one more day
in the unknown.
The future’s here,
the present’s gone,
turned quickly
to the past.
All that I
have ever been
is just a drop of rain;
falling.
A tidal wave
is more that we see;
it is the Earth moving.
A snowflake,
in just the right place
can bring the mountain
down.
Always
I have tried
to make sense of it all.
Patience,
the softest virtue,
comes to resemble fear.
Turning
my whole life
over in my hands.
Why not today?
Is there any way
to change it all again?
I think there is.
Slip my fingers
in along the edges.
Find that seam;
Oh, not quite perfect
are we?
Grip until
I find a purchase,
pull and tearing
at the surface.
Strip of all this pretty,
show the ugly insides
to the sky.
This is how we grow,
if we don’t we die.
Nothing’s ever easy,
especially
making a life.
I’m standing here again;
naked and bleeding
and facing the fear
that once restrained,
comforted,
coddled,
and crippled me.
It’s all clear again.
All of the ego is gone away.
Pain is only temporary.
Shame is forever,
if not embraced.
The future is here,
the present
is already yesterday.
Everything worth keeping
wasn’t really mine,
anyway.
Losing it all,
is sometimes the way
we find the voice,
we find the strength,
to win.
Fight to the death,
every time.
There only ever was
today.
HG – 2018
