Just last week as I walked across the street
I had a feeling of being so small,
It brought me so much fear I wanted to crawl.
“How could I be the one who paints & just drifts?”
Meeting random producers and making my favorite riffs.
“But I’ve worked so hard my joy has even become stiff.”
Shallower my breath was quickly becoming.
Yet I am standing & continuously running,
through each marathon towards the finish line.
What’s meant for me is already mine.
So, I take each strand of my life,
pull it & twist into twine.
Rushing to ballet classes falling through the grape vine.
A voice in the wind, it’s obviously my kin.
“Aren’t you ready to finally win?”
“Your strength is no longer thin.”
“Leave this nonsense & take a releve spin.”
“See what’s on the other side.”
“Just go be weird & enjoy the ride.”