Deep Thoughts for the Day: Ordinary

at the beginning of the night it bubbles in a gentle stream. somewhere in the middle the rapids approach. and by the end the waterfall is tugging on my feet.

i gulp down a sigh in the contrary way i often do. holding it in. as i realize i'm just the child trapped in the dysfunctional marriage between my grief and my talents.

even if i could. if i had that potential. i'm afraid to get better.

and the lure of getting worse can be so pervasive.

even if i could. even if i had that kind of strength. i'm afraid to. to lose the poet. to become just another ordinary person.