I wonder

only to myself

about what it will take to pull me

out of this mood

frustration -acute

a thorn in my side

I sit on the porch feeling the breeze

watching the blue light shift

and I want to speak to someone

about something that matters

This Wednesday night

I’m not tuning into the the live stream

but trying to tune into myself

the places I need to go

I need to take those chances

let go and jump off into the unknown

if I don’t I will simply sit here

on this couch,

wither up

eventually die

instead of always imagining

why not do

truly be

sometimes