Excuses take so many forms.
so many truths that we don’t want to face
out of comfort, complacency, a means to cling to mediocrity.
when you go silent, it is like sleeping
never creating a storm.
When does complacency seep in,
through the other cracks?
soothing in its non-activity
it’s lack of drive and
nights of macaroni and cheese.
Where is the line?
When do you wake up?
Is it out of frustration, boredom
a desire to suck the marrow out of life
to shake the overbloated, pasty, bleary-eyed trance?
When do the lights come on,
when does fire burn,
when are you truly present?
To show up
It is then that my life becomes my own,
and then that you will change the world.
even in your perceived “smallness,”
You are needed.
The world is asleep, dark, cold, lonely
until we awake, face to the sun, stretching,
breathing new life into the unsung promise of your greatness.