It's funny how
(Show don't tell)

While watching movies
I become inspired to write
that next great novel or
better yet,
next perfect poem
and the thunderstorms I hear outside
are intensely related to my insides
upon knowing my job awaits
and that another 8 to 10 hours
will be wasted
doing work without reward
fueling my idealistic goals
about the semantic battle
over "work" and "job."

The second your work becomes job
is the moment you stop enjoying it.
The only synonym link
of "work" and "job" is business
which of course is ruthless.
(I know because I wait on them.)

While reading and watching sports
I realize my physical limitations,
that genetics were somewhat unkind.
Busted heels at 11, I was
the fastest in my class
reduced to limping after sports
until my body caught up.
Car accident at 20, I was
lucky to survive
but great shape I was in
has now given way to a body
not my own, or at least supposed.
Creativity inked on my leg, 26,
leads to unknown discovery, lymphoedema,
and while it uncovered reasons
behind the intense pain felt daily
the limitations were set once again.

As the hours and days are lost
soon conjoining years
the people that passed
all seem to be gone at the same time
even though the years are different
and the mounting pressure
from within grows ever abundant
I wonder if I will ever break through
the cloudy haze of my self doubt
and finally find the difference
between aspiration and achievement.

08/11/2008

Author's Note: Eh. Well. Needs "work."

Posted on 08/11/2008
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