One Thing At A Time
If I could tell you, then, maybe, it would no longer exist.
I emerge on the other side of winter flu and colds.
Asking myself the same questions.
I sit down in a crowded room of my same struggles.
Looking in the mirror that I mistake for the world,
I write another sticky note for my wall of shame.
Why is this so hard?
If I could tell you…
I have too many creative pounds to shed.
Thwarted by my sweet tooth for responsibility,
My hunger for security,
And my craving for self-judgement.
In my life, as in the world, perhaps I see too much,
Both beauty and faults, as I pile them into their corners
As if I am the only one in this world assigned to sift through their contents.
That is exhausting.
Time. I can’t get started because I don’t know when it will end.
So, I yell at myself for doing nothing
And envision a future collapsing on me.
And once I am there, nothing else seems to matter.
Then everyone is calling me lazy, except,
No one is yelling, but me.
I see my day slipping away and there is only one thing I can do.
And that is…
One Thing. At. A. Time.
My sweet tooth for responsibility…dammit..that is great.
this photo is very well processed, perfectly balanced, emotional (even for someone like me) and I love it. I would hang a print of it.
I must also say that I am pissed that I had to find this new blog without being told. I am all over this shit now though. Sorry bout that. I’m a wedding crasher.