There is so much we all expect to shed
But our poetic memory cannot undo the past
Memory only ever becomes buried and hardens
In blinking moments, dredged to the surface
I know that freedom is a life worth having
An encompassing joy indeed worth sharing
There is much that I could give freely
Like a middle aged sun with many years left
We all want more than we can ever attain
Even wanting less becomes unattainable
Our jealous desire for the future now
Unhappy with things as they are
To practice my patience daily!
Oh what patience that requires my being
Exhaustion as cyclical as it is inevitable
Sparing no one in it’s sweeping wake
I’ve had to let go of so much to find truth
Unbearably light now, I see maybe too much
With my tail between my legs I am tempted
Recalling simpler, more painfully fake times
My authenticity means too much to me
So I praise and curse it’s name at an apex
Wild, passionate, chaotic and free
I still have far too much to learn it seems
Aw, this was a really nice post. Spending some time
and actual effort to generate a good article… but what can I say… I hesitate
a lot and never seem to get nearly anything done.