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.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience