I dunno. Probably.
I hit a wall a long time ago, and since then, I’ve been learning its every brick and assessing its every crack.
But today,
It hit back.
And knocked the breath from me.
Sitting still too long is violence.
Some days, agitated, I cut violently through the hours.Other days, dismayed, I shuffled among the life piled up around me.
And then
By surprise
You arrived.
And now I’m here
With sweets of nothing.
I hold your heart in my mind —
Reason and passion misaligned.
The blood pumps,
The blood jumps,
From neuron to neuron,
Once something I could drink and have life,
Now: Vapor.
Something like sweat, but with nothing to show for it.
Truthfully, I’ve never fought hard enough to sweat.
And sometimes that’s a poem.