Post-Vaycay Cheer

Frozen
by Natasha Head

I have seen a life laid to waste,
in the name of pure stubbornness,
in the absolute definition of denial.

I see my own life.
Caught up on the same rails,
charging full steam ahead,
to a tunnel where no light shines.

The gates of experience fly by.
Still frames of adventures
I have excused myself from
for reasons, for selfishness.

Vanity . . . shame.
The double yellow line,
solid and illuminated,
laughs as I attempt to find the nerve.

To dare cross.

Throwing up walls of resistance
as the hourglass bleeds
grains of sand I can’t afford.

I have seen a lifetime
laid to waste,
and in its shadow,
I have seen my own.

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2 responses to “Post-Vaycay Cheer

  1. 😦

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  2. Thing about shadows, love, is they move–when you move or the thing that casts them moves or the source of light moves. And something always does, eventually, whether we will it or no.

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