Maybe
I should
write more;
maybe
I should
change
the story;
maybe
I should
wear a shirt
when it rains
and nothing else;
maybe
I should
pretend
I don’t feel
other people’s pain;
maybe
I should
go over there
and explain;
maybe
I should
keeping looking
for love
in all the wrong places;
maybe
I should
look at a poem
and not a mirror
to fix all the broken pieces;
maybe
I should
see my throat
as a moat
and not a trap;
maybe I should
gain some flexibility
in my lines
and my words–
cut myself some slack;
maybe
I should
be aware
of the fear
in my viens
and nothing more;
maybe that voice
in your head
is nothing more
than an eyesore;
maybe
this pen
never actually
runs out of ink;
maybe
I am a person
that can help the ship sail,
not sink;
maybe
I should look for God
a little harder;
maybe
I should
keep the drain
clear of any shit
expect clean water;
maybe
I can be
the person
that person
wanted me to be;
maybe
we can see ourselves
out of this misery,
penitentiary
of American “should’s”
and personal “would’s”
and keep going,
going.
October 22, 2017
