one task gets brushed under another
until a carpet weaves itself with threads of dusty goals and moths make off with your dreams
where is the open window which will clear the air today?
what words do you have to say to coerce the broken lock on the window to give
let you shape this room
sweep away the lost desires
with your broom of determined straws and neat rows of rope bound in hope, binding your confidence together
what words are enticing enough
to chase away a ghost of determent?
what sacrifice will it take
to let me be happily committed to meal times, 6 am jogs, face masks once a week, and sunday morning calls to a mama across the sea?
what price is enough
for this freedom from want
to set me free to ties
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