Out of Distress
You were a mess.Attacked by a vulture who could
sense weakness,
sense demise.
Attacked by a cheetah who could
outlast you,
outrun you;
outmanoeuvre you.
It took hold of you.
At best, you had second place.
F
o
l
low
i
n
g
the Leader. Leashed, having the freedom of
the outside world, but still
held back.
You threw it all out.
Took off the chains,
chucked them away. And now you're
out.
You forgot about it all. You didn't know it would
be
so
easy.
Your loaded pistol was the only one not
disappointed in you.
(Nonchalance wouldn't have
saved you.)
Action.
Your trash can's full of
all the inadequacies that
consumed you,
splattered with the
red ink you used to send
it
off.
Nothing's left.
The burdens that you kept
hold of are gone.
Everything you've ever hated
is T lying on the floor
in
a
heap
by an empty shell.
Care
fills your wastebasket.
It's out of you.
You're out of it.
Y o u ' r e o u t o f d i s t r e s s .
