BETWEEN THAT ROCK AND HARD PLACE
A whole, new world fell in my lap.
A place where I could work on
the things I love doing.
A dream come true, obviously.
Then why is my spirit so heavy?
What went wrong?
Me.
The threads of my passion unraveled,
by my own hand.
I set fire to my needs,
sitting idly by while flames
consumed the remnants.
The very, fine line
between doing and not doing
has been erased.
I can’t go back and undo the damage.
I can only go forward.
I must regain hold of my purpose,
without sacrificing that which holds
my purpose together.
Recognizing the need to re-evaluate
is, perhaps, half the battle.
Following the best course of action
to achieve the goal
is the battle of greater consequence,
and the harder one to win.
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