The truth is
There’s always dishes to do
a floor to mop up
a phone call to make
food to cook
fences to paint
people to see
about a dog, about a cat

About a life
you never own up to
because of all the little hurdles
all the small achievements
you rake in your confined Zen garden
neatly piling skipping stones
as if boulders don’t exist outside
as if there’s no mountains that require scaling
as if the big issues
Who you are? Why you are? When will you be?
are not looming over in the distance
casting shadow in the twilight of your days

The truth is
all these notches on your belt
are the sum effort of your laying lows
the trophies for your standing stills
the “what if”s you stifle into the pillow
because you know the odds
never scale with the effort

Truth is
minimal struggle dictates the average
but you decide on the endeavor
blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the barrens

It's as if insecurity (E)
is a constant
A physical constant
that stays put
and is always the same value
such as those in physics
and mathematics and so on.

A constant like those of the greats
Planck's (h)
Rydberg's (R)
Boltzmann's (k)

Insecurity is a constant for me
And I have named you thusly so
Insecurity - (E)
With a constant value
That remains

In every equation.

If one adds security,
hurt will follow.
If you think someone or something is going to stay,
this fails and the constant of the equation will prevail.

You cannot alter this constant
You can't try subdue it

It is what is

It's basic mathematics