What Is it? by Anastasia SelbyI'm a tired girl.
My life is dragging behind me like
tin cans filled with rocks.
No celebration or ecstatica.
I've accomplished alot but most
of it involves mere survival,
nothing tangible in this physical world.
I have not much money.
I have no papers proving education.
But when I try to move forward,
past all this,
the weight pulls me back, and my mind
reels (a really fast circular motion)
with the thought of anymore effort.
I feel like I've already given so much
only to be pulled back further than where I've started.
As I get older I feel as if the air itself
weighs more than me.
I bow down,
bad posture my signature move.
Oh, sing me a short song of encouragement,
world,
I want to hear your voice as a whole,
but not in protest of my success.
In encouragement.
I'll untie these tincan weights
from my delicate ankles,
and shed all my other clothes.
I'll live in the cool damp woods,
near the Olympic Peninsula,
if that's what it comes down to.
I will give everything up,
not to care what this world tells me. 09/13/2008 Posted on 09/13/2008 Copyright © 2025 Anastasia Selby
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