Just Looking On
Don't turn away
but plot its points by how much
it plummets downward
into all those dark
places you've been.
Measure the miles of numbness
that stretch across time,
the weight crushing down
on those evenings when
it was hard just to breathe.
Let the thick cling of what
wound tight around you,
the binding you couldn't quite name,
be unwrapped and its length
counted out in footsteps.
Calculate the volume
of what it takes to fill
so much of a life,
then gather it up and label it -
This Is Not Me -
but that someone you blindly chose,
or was told to be. All this time
you've been following
two steps behind,
just looking on.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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