Angered by my perceived deficit.
Annoyed and scrutinizing my choices.
So closely analyzing where I went
wrong and right.
I am the Judgement.
I am the Pantheon.
Hall of angels
on my shoulders.
Must have been
much stronger
in my youth
to bear the weight
of all these whispers.
Turn right.
Turn left.
Fill the blank.
Check the box.
Fill the circle.
Multiple choice.
Pass or fail.
Does it matter, now?
Find my life has been assembled
in some kind of beautiful disarray.
Nothing but tangled choices.
I felt the call of my destiny.
The hero of the story
sometimes dies in the middle;
then,
there’s me.
HG – 2019
