I feel…
Crippled by life
Am I doing wrong?
Am I doing right?
Shackled by bonds
Of dutiful might
Without control
Without light
My bones growing old
And so numb to the cold
I feel
I have lost
All ability
To feel.
Powerless
Without choice
Without a rudder
Drifting into the sea
Of what used to be
Limitless possibilities.
I let the current take me
To depths of the mind unknown
To my self of before
Who am I now
matters not
But who I want to be
Remains a mystery…
Or not.
It’s suddenly so clear, and it came almost effortlessly.
A father J and P can admire
A soul who weathered the icy fire
A man reborn with resolve
Who crawled through the muck and mire.
A hubby for A-
A strong partner of silence
A man without absence
Ears never tired.
This route consists of a few last hurdles
Cut the route
Family time
Good news is
I see the finish line
I don’t want them to hate me
I want to guide them
Be there for them
In good times and bad
But I don’t want to be that guy
Who’s always coming down on them.
I used to be so happy. Naturally. Organically. I still can be. I will not stop, and I will be. One step at a time.
