Pity Party

or else, “Here’s to destination unknown!”

photo of motivational wall postings taken by A.B. Godfreed

No one
wants to hear
my truth,
not even myself,
as I wallow
in
a pity party
for me,
although it could be
for you
of little faith.

And, yes,
I am worn,
disheveled,
down & out,
worn
out
by hedging my bets on
this
“not my portion”
but (in need)
a safe
stet.

Bet you don’t know
I could fly,
even
w/ clipped
wings.

Neither do I,
as
I leap
faithful, or not,
leap,
practice it daily —

………………………………... small leaps
into
what is:
I cannot see,
do not know,
try not to care,
as
I dare
to soar,
if only
still in…