rest
Giving up on it
isn’t an option when there’s
determination.
I check myself in the retail store windows as I pass by, proving that I am still here,
and obliging myself to keep going; to stand straight and keep trying to make it work.
Of course it’s tempting to just let it all go, and see how far I might fall.
But that would not be fair to the people in my life who depend on me.
My failures are not their punishments, and they shouldn’t have to pay for my weaknesses or faults.
So I plod along like walking in deep snow.
I feel heavy and tired liked I trod all night
looking for a safe place to rest.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and heavy-stepping-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Release the burdens and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those syllables-of-strength for all eternity.
