I don’t want to be this now,

not now when so much is there,

and so little is actually done.

 

I don’t want to become the shell

that sits in hibernation, waiting like a

half-built building in a storm.

 

I want to let go of this numbing thing

that holds me still, unable to move,

to act, to find resolve in the throes of living.

 

4/6/2022