Getting Real

Up late writing papers for school by hallway lights
while my heart, my little precious heart
sleeps within arms reach

I am aware of the repetitive stories
I tell myself
and I hold them up into the light of consiousness
and resolve to waste not one more minute
of this simple and hard and beautiful life,
life that is a gift to everyone
from elite to underbelly.

I have wrestled the crutches from under me
and I do the best I can

I will not play the stories
of my family for myself

I will remember grace
and consiousness
and persevere towards a higher reality
for all the generations to come

I will cherish the dreams that comfort
and push to a better place
and remember to laugh
and say thank you
over today