Because I Was Broken

I Trusted

When I should’ve 

Suspected,

Leapt

When I should’ve

Latched,

Settled

When I should’ve 

Insisted,

Avoided

When I should’ve

Tackled,

Marched

When I should’ve 

Crawled,

Shrunk

When I should’ve

Stood Firm,

Cried

When I should’ve

Laughed.

Did Nothing when 

Anything would’ve sufficed.

I chose the Familiar

When I should’ve

Known Better,

Missing the Whole 

Point of the exercise.

…

What I Didn’t Do

I didn’t look back.

Waiver.

Remount a dead donkey.

I didn’t 

Become a Porn Star

Break the Bank or

Dumpster Dive behind Mickey D’s.

I didn’t

Cure Cancer

Hijack a Milk Truck, or 

solve the riddle of Time Travel.

Neither did I examine the blindfold. 

Because when push comes to shove,

The metal blade spins inches from your skull,

And hope is a dim star in another dimension,

Subduing the monkey,

Smashing that infernal Piñata, and 

Attaining Nirvana, is as elusive, as 

Swallowing a rainbow.