it was not so very long ago,

poetry

in a town not so far away
and for the first time
in my not so long life,
I was not constrained;
and sitting on a not made bed
that was not quite yet mine
in a room with a phone
that I could not work,
I realized that I was free
to do,
to be,
to destroy
what i wanted,
and as i sat on the not made bed,
not sleeping,
i was not afraid;
i was terrified.

One thought on “it was not so very long ago,”

  1. Roger Mugs's avatar

    a feeling i’m still all too familiar with.
    it helps me to think that my wife is really the responsible one… i’m terrified that i’m responsible for 2 small living beings… but then again… i’m not.
    she is.
    and i can barely keep up with myself.

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