When at wit’s end this identity does unravel,
the spirit, the mind, that epicenter of our brain
begins to take its own journey
while the body will always forever remain.
Hard to know where the mind goes
when stuck in idle unable to let go.
There is a response to fear and anxiety
a shutting down of the factory,
all working parts forcibly placed on leave
in order to comprehend the nature of this pain.
Watching the year end,
yet knowing our lives are not over,
we are meant to go forward
an unprecedented commitment lay ahead.
I once told a kid, a student, a young man,
while crying in my classroom,
‘this is a brief moment in your life’
when he wailed about losing
a privilege to walk with his peers
with their heads held up high
and a diploma in hand.
I looked him in the eye
and said those dark moments will not
ever defeat him, he will move forward,
and make a life of his own.
I told him with a passion, a compassionate plea,
do not give up, you must please set yourself free.
© Thom Amundsen 12/2020