Brian’sPoems

Middle Years

When the going gets tough...

If I say leave me alone often enough,
the world eventually obliges.
Sure it may take a few years,
but at some point I’ll wake up
to an indifferent solitude,
which asks nothing of me
and offers only a bitter truth –
if I can even manage
to make the silence talk.

And if you’re like me,
at times you may wonder,
how far should I go to defend
my tiny patch of ground?
Or maybe you notice little things,
like these words shifting
in and out of focus.

I now do what I must do
for my own soul and no one else’s.
I will carry no water
for those towering above me,
and let this present moment
take care of the rest.

My morning routine means nothing
if it does not plow my soul,
planting a new seed
for each new day.