the path
no echo
I don’t think I ever noticed
the path out of youth
even while I was treading it
even while I was arming myself
with the ideals and attitudes
I had brought with me
I carry these heavy weights
because of the rarefied atmosphere
up here
value-bled
compromised
it always ever was
and is easy to just set it all down
then skip along carefree
but I have strapped it all to me
tightly
defined myself as someone
who does not compromise
and now at 50
I am weary and weak
I see no view
I stare to the ground
to keep the pack on my back
my true path out of
Youth and Resistance
I realise now
is to breathe
out and let it all go
before I breathe
back in again
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breathing wormhole: poessay V: / writing / as practice while / writing
compromise wormhole: “write, let’s break / outta here!”
letting go wormhole: so much
life wormhole: the fingers
path wormhole: twilight
silence wormhole: the end
values wormhole: listen willya
I will sit with this one for a while…
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don’t forget to ‘take the load off …’
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I can relate to that, it has been a harsh and brilliant end to the year and now I am finally breathing out
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pleased to hear this: I have noticed crises and ‘facers’ in between your words, even within the midst of also finding your new life – nothing’s ever black or white …
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