Inertia. Stopped, it stopped and my brain stopped, So my heart stopped for that Moment of oh dear I forgot I have Obligations Name them I looked at myself Inertia. I felt something - something beautiful, Then something terrible It made me stop. Stop getting in my way! But I want to get in my way - Wants me to fail? Oh, how frail I am! Tail between my legs, I reflect on the wasted time, Wasted space - I Am a waste of space. Useless, but could be useful - Does that make me useful? Does the potential to be of use, Make a thing useful, Or is it only useful when It is used? I’m used to feeling usefully useless, Because I know I have uses - Oh, so many uses. But I don’t make use of them - Don’t use myself, And so though I’m not useless, I become useless, Can only be useful if I use myself - But how?? How to make best Use? Otherwise, I’m so useless. So clueless. So nothing. Nothing. Fading. Failing. Dead.
Alive again?!? Circularity. I’ve been here before. Surely. But I repeat. How to break out? Break it, Without breaking myself? Because if I’m broken, I can’t break - Break out, That is. Give yourself a break. No thanks, I’m good. Because I’m bad. No breaks for Bad ones, and then good ones Don’t take breaks, By nature. I need to become Breakless. Unbroken… Eternally unbroken. But how many times must I break, Before I unbreak?
Written June 2023