I would if I could, I would, I certainly …
Suggest all of the angst, the properly balanced
insecurities that wrap my mind
around so many levels of mediocrity.
There is where I remain chained to the revelation
that help define the who, the why, the identity
behind the actions.
I am hurting so bad, I cannot fathom going on
with the pain, yet, I haven’t any reason to feel the way I do.
I can feel the swell in my heart, the ache
reminds me every moment of how the clock continues
to move forward, never ending, always a tick,
a step, a task, a loss of what just was seconds before,
so trivial and true yet simple and free,
though mind-numbing to imagine the reality.
I remember asking years ago and wondering
the question why, until years later when I was being trained,
I was advised to never bring up the why.