Sometimes I sit with myself,
Like most people do
And begin to count slowly,
All that I'm grateful for.
This road is uneven
Life is non-linear
And this trustfall of fate
Keeps my breath short,
As trust is vulnerability
I'm still trying to learn.
So I sit with myself,
Like most people do
And I recount the Mondays
To Fridays
And Sundays,
Like a prayer
In the name of all
Maybe even God,
For my memory is selective
And some Tuesdays it needs a reminder
That Wednesdays aren't so bad,
And Thursdays serve their purpose
Like I do,
Like most people do
In our non-linear ways,
In an attempt at better tomorrow.
So we continue to exist
In this circle of life,
Our achilles' heel covered,
In the name of pride
Or simplicity of the idea
That we sit with ourselves
Like most of us do,
And recount the days worth remembering
In our repetitive ways,
Just like this poem
A messenger of my soul.
— Oct 24, 2024
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