I forgot what I am doing here
Feeling lost in a world of temptations, directions, decisions
Choosing to be me
A name, a body, a set of circumstances
soft voice, long curly hair
near-sighted eyes
deciduous ideas
keep dropping from the mind-field of my brain
and beyond
an array of possibles requiring selection
Cinderella sat down and sorted her grain
learned patience and character
Was not just a left-over step-child
Seemingly random circumstances
fold into patterns
into a story
are made
the swollen eyes and absorbed tears
of a thousand misguided decisions
collecting into the shed skin of experience
Dandruff of my days
am I waiting too long to commit to my path?
Or is my indecision the sum and collection of my journey?
Stumbling tale of forgotten ghostly accords
made prior to my leap into fertilization.
Somehow, by repeated action
Reflections made
mirror back
growth of patience
Like mushrooms on the fallen logs of my limbs
Compassion grows in my chest cavity
a welling lamp
revealing willingness to be wrong
and still go on
Try and fail
Keep going
A tiny light in my own fog
Beaming
Linking
Semaphore
World, my teacher
You hurt me yet
I love you
my friend
I am open-hearted and vulnerable still
message to life:
You and I are the treasure.
adamevenevenadam 