More than anything,
for things to be easier.
For my feet to find footings
without the sickening stomach drops
of missed steps,
when the ground isn’t as close as expected
and just for a moment
the fall is endless,
and filled with the prospect of broken bones
no amount of positive thinking
I wish each inching move forward
was a leap, a bound,
that there was something to mark each milestone
other than my own voice
saying ‘right, what’s next?’
I wish I could accept just one achievement
what more I could have done.
It’s poetics night over at the dVerse Poets Pub. What do you wish? Write a poem about it and share it with the rest of the bar. Make sure to check out the rest of the wonderful writers while you’re there!