In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Be Resolved.”
I began making goals on the altar of my birth,
each year soaring higher with expectation than the last.
I claimed to cease with foolishness
to reign in my emotions, my angry monster
to work with those that care,
team-building exercises with my soul.
I personalized the perennial promise
to twist my being into something better
and creep toward the future
and escape the black hole of the past.
I have learned, with each added hair that grays
with each sign of wrinkle to come
with each new pair of eyes I meet
I have perception on my side, each window of someone
showing me their slight reflection
and making plans with me to bridge between
I know I am moving forward
because I choose to move.