All that I wish to say and do and be,
that sense of accomplishment and proper pride
in what I give and represent,
all that I reach for and strive to live up to
lies out there somewhere waiting,
but instead I sit here looking for the answers
in places I’ve long since emptied out
and meant to move on, grow, and learn from.
Stuck in someplace soft and warm and easy,
free from the conflict that comes with trying
to become what I know I should.
The weight of that accomplishment
(or lack thereof, to be specific)
keeps me rooted here
where I’ve long since worn holes in the floor,
pacing in my own captivity,
yearning for a freedom only I can grant myself
if I could just find the motivation
to take that first long step
and face the sure adversity that waits to shape and forge anew
those dreams I claim to hold,
long since set aside
for the sake of the known and familiar.