So glad I don’t feel like this anymore. Be well.
I’m doing such a miserable job of pulling
The axe out of my skull;
becoming more a part of my socialized
Physiology and less a part
of the world that buried it there.
My thoughts mull over words like habit,
Pattern, and will. It stands to reason
That one who wants to do something
As badly as I want to do this thing
Would be able to muster up
The will to do it;
Yet, I still walk the maze, my hands reaching above my head
For the handle of a tool that doesn’t exist.
23 January 2001—English 399; Advanced
Poetry Writing Workshop; Dr. Jean Anaporte