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sometimes I tell myself to do a chore or something else that bores me a routine command maybe a task that I don't understand and I imagine in my head a chain of thoughts in quick succession starting with the ideation moving forward ending with the bridge is out and I try to push the thought across to where it turns into the impulse to reach out my hand and do the thing I know that I should do and I decided to so why can't I just why can't I just why can't I just WHY CAN'T I JUST no the bridge is out sometimes I find ways around it sneak through my mind like a ninja hack my brain into some kind of twisted Rube Goldberg contraption or I wait until the deadline till I'm under so much pressure I can fly across that bridge on wings of pure adrenaline and I look around in wonder at all that I have accomplished and I wonder what would it be like to always have this gift? when I think about how successful I could be not just a better employee a better friend a better daughter a better sister I can see a better me beyond the emptiness that comes between what holds me back and who I want to be I reach out I am close enough to see the bridge is out
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 8:02 AM UTC
the bridge is out
sometimes I tell myself to do a chore or something else that bores me a routine command maybe a task that I don't understand and I imagine in my head a chain of thoughts in quick succession starting with the ideation moving forward ending with the bridge is out and I try to push the thought across to where it turns into the impulse to reach out my hand and do the thing I know that I should do and I decided to so why can't I just why can't I just why can't I just WHY CAN'T I JUST no the bridge is out sometimes I find ways around it sneak through my mind like a ninja hack my brain into some kind of twisted Rube Goldberg contraption or I wait until the deadline till I'm under so much pressure I can fly across that bridge on wings of pure adrenaline and I look around in wonder at all that I have accomplished and I wonder what would it be like to always have this gift? when I think about how successful I could be not just a better employee a better friend a better daughter a better sister I can see a better me beyond the emptiness that comes between what holds me back and who I want to be I reach out I am close enough to see the bridge is out
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 8:02 AM UTC
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