Almost Like Meditation

I give myself compromises because
So often I can’t tell if it’s growth that
I’m resisting or the prospect of rest
Where do I push against myself
Where do I brace myself against these
Falls that are more like leaps
With the ground permanently beneath
My feet no matter how many stories
I tell myself otherwise
I promise myself patience in exchange for
Effort in these eternal dialogues with
Myself though in reality I never really
Do know what I’m going to say next
But I keep talking and talking until
The listening is done and there is silence

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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