Every speck I pick detours me into familiar frights.
I try my hardest to rezone my muscle and memories,
but it feels as if reverse is next to impossible.
I keep reminding myself “it is possible”.
Alas, the thought fades when another speck appears.
Each one reminds me of the ghastly corridors
I wish we had never stepped into,
robbing the world of its earlier charm.
I so deeply wish to cherish only the fond,
but still, another speck drowns me.
Overwhelmed, I am buried under the to-do lists,
burdened by aches and quiet burns.
I wish it were you guiding me through,
and I know you are, from somewhere I can’t see.
But how long I can travel this road, I do not know.
They tell me they’re only a call away,
but I cannot bear the thought
of someone else picking that speck for me.
So I will gather myself, breath by breath; each one arriving with pauses, unknown, uneven… “but I will”..
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