The rough, free-form poem was inspired from a fortune cookie in August 2024. The poem has gone through a few revisions and edits. Those will be posted and linked at another time. The themes are procrastination and listlessness.
What hasn’t been done
Is a heavy burden.
One carried around
Every moment.
Every day,
It builds.
What was
Something small
Put off,
Accumulates… and builds
A mountain
Frozen in
The deepest winter.
Inescapable.
The only option,
Wait it out.
Take shelter and
Tend to what needs
To be done.
The agonizing thaw will
Eventually arrive,
Revealing the path
To somewhere
Better than
Frozen slumber.
Anything is better
Than what was,
As long as
What is and was
Don’t remain the same.
One foot in front of
The other
New horizons await.
Perfectly Human 