some days
I feel the weight of myself.
And I never see waves of introspection
coming toward the shore of my livelihood.
self-examination can be crippling,
inescapable--
like being stuck in
the trappings of a
kaleidoscope--
which part is the mirror?
I am not a person who
lets go of things too easily.
I am not a person who
asks for things she needs,
in the right way.
I am not a person who
knows me, as well as I want to.
Maybe I don't need to tell anyone who I am.
like trickling rain on the pavement,
like a song with no words.
Let the rest all come easy.
Does a snake need to think about shedding his skin,
or a chick about breaking free from the shell?
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