Can’t seem to kick the feeling again,

The feast of the Epiphany tells me it’s OK to let go,

But I can’t somehow,

As I look out at the neighbors,

And their snowy, kid-filled house,

They can’t either.

 

So the tree can stay up just one more day.

 

Never risk anything,

Live in fear of being rejected,

Of litigation,

Of failure,

Of dealing with problems,

Of changing the world,

Or an attitude,

Or behavior.

 

Oh, yes, bring on the paralysis,

Stop me from my own creativity,

Halt all progress,

Stomp down the ideas,

And keep me safe in my cocoon,

Of a scared state of mind,

Where I will neither move the needle,

Or change a life.

 

By my behavior.

 

It didn’t seem so detailed at the time,

But now, in retrospect, it seems to have all the parts I could not see.

It’s not just my imagination,

But the scene now seems idyllic,

As if my soul saw something which my eye missed.

 

At the time.