All too frequently –
The missing words –
Speak more than the conversation –
Do you regret it?
Walking this path more often than not gasping for breath, it feels possible.
If I just make it that final mile, those last few steps for ascension, impossible seems inevitable.
The sun has moved, it’s no longer rising.
My legs have tremors pulsing from thigh to toe.
What if this is it?
I am only meant to witness, not participate.
Would it bring fulfillment enough?
It’s more than a physical or mental exhaustion.
I hear their thoughts and they are not welcome.
The clock becomes useless, everything stops, when the day is long.
Allow me to float away.
There is comfort there- provided by the trunk, the branches and the leaves.
The hard ground is a companion.
I am able to prepare while lurking.
I am not waiting to launch an attack but rather waiting for myself.
Waiting to be ready to step into the sun for I know this time there will be no retreat.
If I leave again I can never go back into the shade.
Once in the sun all flaws will be revealed and I must no I have to accept them.
Never again shady.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience