L.C. McQuillen
21.05.17
This has been slow,
Slower than it’s ever been.
I find myself with
Heightened hesitancy
And cautious pace.
I’ve ran this trail before
Really ran,
But the momentum
Threw me farther
When I tripped.
So each time,
I decreased a little
And looked down
A bit more
Still recovering from sores.
Falling less because
Of the speed
And more because
My feet got really
heavy.
So I stopped
I got tired
And I gathered
Around me things
That kept me warm.
But I reckon that
They just kept me
Cold enough
That I would still need
Them.
So I clung tenaciously
To that which
Cannot fill
But only distract
I am in denial
Of what
I yearn for
Because it seems so
far.
Yet finally
Here I am
Back on the path
It has been slow
Slower than it’s ever been
I look over my shoulder
Now and again
To see the
Imprint my body
Had made in the
Cushions I’ve abandoned.
I am cold
Exposed
My feet influenced
By the expression
In my soul
Low.
With every stride
My mind laments
Take me home
Take me home
Take me
Home.