Turning my face
towards the morning Sun,
trying to convince myself
that today
will be a good one,
and that it’s okay
to let go
of who I’ve been.
That old man
doesn’t need me anymore.
Look around
at all the things
I’ve got to move.
There’s no words
that can do the work.
All out of cheap platitudes.
It’s “Do or die” time, now.
Sometimes I’m afraid
that I might have chosen the grave
in a moment of darkness
a long time ago.
Then, I realize
that I’ve survived
those times
and so many others,
so there’s no good
in being afraid.
Let the Sun
take the morning.
Let it shine
on the world.
The only shadow
that I’m gonna cast
is my own,
so I have to own it,
but I don’t have to serve it
anymore.
These days,
it’s best to just let
the whole world go.
Past, present, and all.
Find some good thing
to grab on to;
like a hammer,
or a shovel,
or a saw,
and build
something good
today.
HG – 2022
