More Congenial

I want to be better

More friendly

More open

More kind

I want to be consistent

Disciplined

Organized

Life is messy

Waves of distractions

Knock me from my feet

I tumble over opportunities

Choosing heart over plans

Meeting needs with disregard for

The outline

The bullet points

The lists

Crumple the paper and start again

I am hung upside down

Shaken

Coins drop from my pockets

I lost a boot

Twenty times I almost got it done

Almost

Almost

I write a list of the things I did

I burn it rather than share it

Flames rise from the actions

Which take place in the dark

The left hand doesn’t even know

The right hand exists

So much I never say

The avalanche clears it away

I check in with my heart

What to do today

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Drew A Blank 12/12/2020

Shuffled cards and dealt

Cut the cards and picked one

There must have been some trouble

For the card I drew was blank

The answer is unknown

The answer can’t be shown

There is no answer

The possibilities are endless

The choices are not clear

The way forward is mysterious

Deep in the fog

I try to steer

Magic eight ball says to try again

Later

The way is up to me

Go with the flow

Envision what I want

And go thatta way

Get some advice

But trust my intuition

Don’t get bogged down in my

Contrition

I am spinning in the clouds

Of the blank card that I’ve drawn

I’m up against the bank

Of a storm that’s headed now

I’m hanging on and

Letting go

But did I keep what should be kept

Did I leave what should be left

Or did I mix it up and let go

Of the thing I should have saved

And did I keep the very thing

I should have heaved

Do I shuffle yet again

Or just take a breath

And just begin

From where I spin amongst the clouds

Neither up and

Neither down

Take this blank card that I’ve drawn

And write the story that could be

When the fog clears

If the fog clears

Should the way clear just for me