267. Pathways
I know that
Every time
I think a negative
Thought
I make the path
For it easier
To come the next time.
Twenty years ago
Everything
And anything
Was possible for
Those of us
Who were leaving
School.
Twenty years later
I could see
The pathways
Barely begun
Then
Well worn
Now.
Now that I know
I know too much.
The casual comment
Means so much
That they are like
Tossing marbles
The size of planets
& I am Atlas.
I can no longer
Stand to hear
Any character
In a book,
Movie
Or on TV
Whining…
Conversely
The same is true
For human beings.
“Isn't it terrible?
He's gonna die.”
Sigh.
Well no It's not
But I can't say that
Because I've been
Where he's goin'
And only those
Left behind
Will suffer.
I can't agree
To how bad
Because I just
Can't believe
In it
Or your
Angst.
For you it is
Horrifically real.
No doubt,
As you believe
So it is
The path
Is well worn
Like an old
Lover,
You can walk there
Blindfolded.
But I love
That I can gasp
In delight
And true joy
Over a found
Shiny object
Or a hug
They are my
Well worn
Pathways.
Poetry
Art
Creativity
Are my well
Worn travels.
The first thing
You jump to
Is yours…
Is it worry?
Or accusation?
Is your pathway
One of frustration?
What leaps
From you
Your heart?
What places
Are well worn
Pathways?
Watch yourself
When you aren't
Looking
Paying attention
& you
Will find out.
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