Getting lost
Getting lost into something is something that is lost to me
I forgot how to jump in unconditionally, No passion for project or person or ideology
No joy at accomplishment or in well fought defeat
Could it be a person responsible for my state
Or some grotesque defect in my biology, Or the result of my lapse in spirituality
Could this really be protecting me?
Or the was the cost of the passion just not worth the loss
Of the passion to connect to destroy or to create.
From where I was to where I am to where I’ll be
these are the bridges I must cross
It will take bold steps to span these gaps, to risk distress
To dare to dream of tasks and debates and loving embrace
To tackle each with no fear of loss.
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