Reminders

[skonen_blades]

I dug a hole in the garden of eden
And buried myself up to my steeple
But it turns out that the garden is quicksand
And if I swim slow, I can still make it out

When I was young, I was young forever

Now I am well on my way to becoming a cautionary tale
Now I play a game of ‘the past is lava’

I need reminders that the river hasn't stopped
That choices are still possible
That the precarious stack of plates I’m carrying
The person breathing on the back of my neck
The staring-contest of weakness
The sled I drag, the world I backpack, the rock I shoulder,
The leers that know my lack of worth that agree with my inner self-disdain
The critic that scoffs in my heart
The flimsy barrier of my skin not helping
The dying from exposure just by being able to interact with people

Is all imaginary

My life and all I am is not a cake sliding off the tray of a clumsy server
Hypervigilance is a scarecrow
not a suit of armor
Racing with myself is lose/lose
My tortoise and my hare can learn from each other peacefully
That I’m the only one in the boxing ring and there are no spectators
Set up a deck chair and have a ginger ale

Stop worrying my entrapped soul
Let the Trojan rocking horse lullaby the soldiers in my heart to sleep


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