How many times
Do I have to
Let go
Of the hot rock
Burning with rage
My stubbornness
The only thing
Keeping me
From letting
Go…
Of everything
That holds me back.
I can't be
The only one.
I have to let go
Of my story
About it…
The pain
Isn't enough
Because I am
Still too self-righteous.
My father is a jerk
Is a story.
My friends have let me down
Is a story.
That I'm homeless
Is a story.
Can I let go
Of all of these
Burning embers?
Can I swallow
My pride?
The attention?
Being self-righteous?
That I can't write
Without a mac
Is another story
I am shattering
With each word.
Beloved…
I'm so angry.
I feel betrayed by you,
And it has been
A long time
Since I felt that way.
I remember
When it was over last time…
And I was so relieved.
I don't know
If I can figure this out
On my own.
How do I stop
Feeling hurt?
I know I don't live
In a vacuum,
But on a planet.
Not sure that changes
Anything…
Right now
I feel abandoned
By about
7 billion…
They read
They like
They comment
But without action
They are nothing
But figments
Of my dark
Imagination.
The trick
Is figuring out
How to act
In such a way
To inspire
The action
I wish to see
In my own world,
Which means
I have to let
Go of my anger
If I want to
Have the hands
To make
The life
I want to
Create.
