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Pity Party & Destinations Unknown


No one

wants to hear

my truth.

Not even myself,

as

I wallow

in

it’s a pity, self-pity:

Should I

pity party

or

pity anyone who

doubts

my

ultimate arrival

at some

destination unknown?

And yet,

I am worn

&

disheveled,

down & out

worn

out

by hedging my bets on

the

“not my portion”

but (in need) safe

bets.

Bet you did not know

I could fly,

even

w/ these clipped wings.

Neither did I,

as

I leap

faithful, or not,

leap,

practice it daily—small leaps

into

what is

I cannot see,

do not know,

try not to care,

as

I dare

to soar,

if only

still in my mind,

set

on shifting

many years of mindset

in

limited horizons

in

zones

of

everyday knowability,

set in

stone

certification & careers

absent

of

adɔe (some simple loving-kindness)

w/ no

freedom 2BE

other

than set in fixed

contracts

clocking in and out

in and out

in and out

more in, than outdoors

where the sun

shines

on

“I can’t believe

it’s not

magic!”

when

we make the (im)possible

so that

I’m possible

and then some…

pity party

almost derails

my

ultimate arrival

at this

destination unknown.

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