This poem and some others I will post in the coming days are things I wrote over ten years ago. They are a small part of an unpublished anthology entitled “When I find Me, Will I Like Me?”
I hope you like them.
I need an inspiration and a lot less frustration.
I feel I’m all tied in knots,
like an animal who’s been caught.
My muscles are all tense.
I need something to look forward to,
not something to run away from.
I want to do for me what I’ve always done
I’ve neglected my needs for too long.
I was on my way, but got off the beaten path.
How do I continue this transformation?
Do I need a vacation?
Or would that just be a temporary sensation?
I once had this notion that like a magic potion
growing up would be the beginning
of all the best to come.
Instead what I’ve found
is being naive is not an excuse.
Problems are not solved by circumstance
or by romance, or even by chance.
They are solved from within your soul.
You have to make things happen.
Don’t stand still.
Remember – Targets stand still.