The Climb
I have lived at the bottom
with a bloody swollen lip
and the man’s shoe
on my neck long enough
to know that the entire ship
is sinking
and none of it is going to matter
so I stopped doing what I was doing
reaching for that infinite top
buried the given road map
burned a few bridges
cut out those people
poisoning the water
to do
and be
as I please
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You said it here. Yes.
Always good to Marie Kondo your “friend” list. The poem has an easy manner but a very powerful message. May the actions bring joy!