Burn Book Files: Poem Entry #4

Growing Pains

entry #4

Kicking and screaming, upon entry and leaving,

That’s how I am bound for coming and going,

though the in-between is up to me,

mostly, anyway, that’s what they’ve told me.

But if I tune out the noise from the peanut gallery

and take only the cues offered by Life as it handles me.

A new view forms ironically to humor me.

I’ve never been good at playing the game they’ve handed me.

I came quietly, and I’m partial to exiting the same way.

I won’t follow any blueprint offered to me freely,

the fine print is way too costly.

Following this reality’s direction has cost me.

Everything. Convicting me into seeing clearly,

there is only one essence worth following.

I’m finding it frequently since I began listening earnestly.

Confident the truth would find me profoundly in the tiniest clues.

Little inklings, comparisons like;

If my joints ache while they are growing

Why wouldn’t my mentality be the same way?

… keeping me company daily.

What’s inside will never fail me.