Bursts of clarity like shackles
The staggering light of opportunity freezes bones
Yet I know it is possible to walk open paths
Intimidated by those who made their maps early and can navigate deep waters or torrential forests
Without harm or setback
The more we watch the slower we move
And then 20 years into careers finding that we’ve wondered lost in the land we’ve never known
The dream of standing tall through life is a simple direction to youth
And to those who lived a little it’s an affront to pride
“They wouldn’t understand”
But the illogical theory is that of the defence wishing to justify fear while wishing to be free of it
“Pity me for I have never been told the way!”
And who ever was?
We either learn to keep on or learn to occupy the cell
I find I’m swaying in the doorway
Living days of bright decisions, taking charge of my situation
And living days of stagnation, unoccupied like a breathing pause
I never thought I would understand the complication
But it lives beside me at night
The “Don’t do anything hard” impulse,
Becoming as delicious as a Rocket for dinner,
Until I realize it would slowly be my death.
Written by: Sarah C Louise