Ode to Maybe
A Poem
just made it out of a fog so thick i still taste its heaviness on my tongue remnants of tendrils curl 'round my ankles, my knees shake, these tired hands tremble wounds so fresh i can't trust the sunlight, can't trust this moment, can't trust myself and it's hard to swallow, the breadth of my humanity, the acceptance of maybe, the bitter truth of what is. But damn it if i'm not dead set on stepping, dragging forward limb after limb. to break myself. to split in half. to lie beneath this great sky open
I liked this. We all have those times where we get stuck in the between, the unknown. It's a fight to escape that uncertainty but it's a battle worth fighting.
Yes. You’ve got this. This reminds me of the Psalms of Lament. The rawness followed by the promise to get beyond it.