waking soft
or - what the fuck is going ooooon
the energy
slips
the weight
presses
the momentum
slows
i like it that way
only when it's my choice
to feel alone
and out of control
not lacking love
only certainty
not lacking resources
only clarity
not lacking a dream
only confidence
i am ready
this i know
to move into
the next
i think i can
but i fear my lack
where do i begin?
one step at a time
on wobbly legs
insulated again
feeling myself
