The Smolder
I have a safe life
We all want safe
Get a little job
Pay a little bill
With just a little paycheck
That will never be enough to buy
Freedom
We play at freedom
Convinced that we have no chains
Only to find in the quiet moments
That life is chains
And that is the secret
We can never speak
If we utter the truth
It would break us
So we live little lives
And teach our children to be little
When the whole point was to be big
The whole point was
There was no point
The answer to life is
To be life
To be so big that there is no room for anything else
Not many people can do that
People are content to be small
Content with just enough
Being just enough
Doing just enough
So that they do not have to see or be seen
The most dangerous man
Realizes this
And sets fire to his life
Walks away while the ashes
Of what was his life
Are still smoldering
We should all smolder
Once in our lives
I haven't had a good smolder
In years
Maybe ever
Somedays I am brave enough
To pick up the matches
Strike them
And wonder what
Would happen if I just
Let them fall
Other days
I cannot find a fire
Or desire
And even a flamethrower
Could not set my world ablaze
Perhaps one day
I will stop being weak
And burn the whole thing down
Quietly walk away
And be big in a small world
But today I sit
At my little job
To collect a little paycheck
To pay a little bill
And dream of freedom
Copyright © Erin Cowart | Year Posted 2020
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