A push to move things forward
No use waiting for a chance
“Life is what you make of it”
Something often said
Directionless for decades
Drifting through the years
Fighting hesitation and a thousand little fears
Leave it all behind
Choose progress over death
Find your strength
Take pride in every step
Struggle for the day
Each taken at great cost
Non-renewable
You only live life once
Closing out the year
Another cycle ends
Weather juxtaposed
Last year’s snow
Winter’s dread
Seasons pay no heed to dates
Carving up the calendar
Each claiming their own stake
Darkened hours before the light
Sun surfacing slowly
Winter nights draw on
Cold heart
Cold hands and feet
Rise in the morning
Mistake it for dusk
Back to bed
Going back to sleep
Back to life
Back bent under the knowing
I’m Atlas, holding up the heavens
As are you, life shouldered all the same
Worlds within worlds
Condemned to bear the weight
Not dead, but static
Not alive, despite my beating heart
Going nowhere
Linger near the start
No desire to go on
Fucking waste
What’s the point in keeping up?
Chaotic world
Cherish moments of silence
Lion’s share, taken by the din
Brief again
Struggle with motivation
Short standing
Nothing to prop me up
Into the unknown
Follow in footsteps of the stranger
Paths less traveled
Eyes straining for a sign
Hollow body
Made of glass
Nearly weightless
Resonating
Echoes of the faintest touch
Reverberation
Imperfect
Mind the cracks
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