Willing

The spirit is willing, as they say,

But the flesh is so heavy

And I grow tired of the repetition

The same endless loop

In circles again and again

Only to end up no further

Than the place I started from

So hesitant to take that first step

For the fear I’ll only fall backwards

Right into this spot I’ve cleared

And occupied so long

Is it better, as some claim,

To keep on trying and failing

I’m not sure I have the will

It would take to figure out

I’m barely standing as it is

Bruised by my ineptitude

As I’ve been repeatedly

Maybe this is meant to be

The hole I can’t escape from

Just let me curl up for a little while

So I can try to find the strength within

To maybe stick my head out just a bit

And see what all the commotion is about