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?
Early morning, late at night.
I heard someone talking about you again.
Unlike most he spoke in reverence of your peace, of your creative space.
Spoke out of love – no one else is around, up during your moment each day.
I haven’t visited in a while.
I have no excuses – only lies to me.
I need to stay up or get up.
4am the time for poetry, novels, stories and if I am lucky, the perfect sentence.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience