Again
Here I am again- writing ridiculous words in ridiculous order- as so many have done before. /Here I am again- not understanding how to write-yet- here I am./Persistent if anything./Here I am./Not the person I dreamt of being. Not the age I wish I was. Not the shape- physical or mental- that I thought I would be./Here I am./ So far behind on everything. Always comparing. Always wishing. Wishing. Wishing. Worrying why my wishes havent come to pass. Wishing. Wishing. Worrying until my blood pressure spikes so high it gets flagged./But./I am here. Again. And again. Falling and getting up. Over and over. And over. And over. And over./ But./ I am here.
Too short, I thought, reminded me of poems I read and stuff, it almost catches the essence of what poetry is. In the old days, they thought about poesies and such stuff. Now we think of stuff happening in our lives and coming back to haunt us.