The Light Switch

Do not let me be the one who is left
Alone by the curb when the caravan leaves
Because I was afraid to get on the wrong bus.

Tell me that the time I take has value
And that my days mean more
Than the opposite of my nights.

Remind me that I am where I am
Supposed to be today, because
It hurts to admit I am so unsure.

It is amazing what little I require
To fill any moment of any day with fear.
This frugality I have is a cruel gift.

The dark monsters from childhood
Are still hiding in my closet.
And I still struggle to turn on the light.

Steve,

Quite a good piece,

Peter

A good read Steve, good to see you posting again.

Les

Thanks Peter, Les. Appreciate the kind words.

Not writing much these days. Nothing's stopping me. Just life taking other turns.
I've checked in a few times and noticed a lot of us have drifted away. An unfortunate drought, but that could change.

I'm always here, I just don't always speak. As to switches. Many make the mistake that one merely flips a switch. Not the case. A billion switches must be flipped.

Steve,
Glad to see your work on the board. This piece makes me think about the impact childhood has on our entire lives. I'm not sure if others feel this way, but in early adulthood, I didn't think much of the idea that our childhood "molds" us into who we become. Sure....whatever. I'll be the sort of person I decide to be. The older I get, the more it is evident that I am, indeed, a product of my upbringing...like it or not. It's a bit disconcerting to come to this realization AFTER our own children are raised. I guess we all do the best we can with what we've got to work with.

Tell me that the time I take has value
And that my days mean more
Than the opposite of my nights.

Amen, brother.

Mary