30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 20: ABLE
Day
20: Able
Found
on an unknown page from the Secret Travel Diary of Ashlen Hodge. This diary is page after page of falling and rising back up. Wondering, doubting, relearning, trying again. Always trying again. I'm glad this word found it's way to me. I often forget about how much I do in my life. How much I have grown and achieved.
Sunday's End Comes too Soon
Today
was a long day
When
you become an adult, you have those more frequently
subtling
building
a
lego tower of tiny shoulds
interconnecting,
locking, clicking into place
so
quietly building til you notice the shadow this mountain casts
across
your once open, sunny day
But
hey
Wasn't
this autonomy something we craved
stuck
behind desks and books and grey walls
Wasn't
free choice a Golden Land
that
we would one day achieve
once
we slogged through the mundane mud of adolescene
I
remember how overwhelmed I felt as a 2nd grader
watching
a 6th grader do their math.
Thinking
how super human my parents were to understand taxes
cooking
how
changing bodies worked
broken
hearts
Living
I
rememember the frenzy of anger and irritation
when
my hands would fail me
neglect
to draw the line I imagined
glue
or string or sew one thing onto another
What
lived in my minds eye
would
rarely match
what
my inexperienced hands could create
But
wait
I
have been made Able by all the times I was not
I
forget that
gloss
over
ignore
the power of my falling
failing
and
as my day reaches the end of it's long slog
I
wonder if I'm doing it right
am
I wasting time?
That
is a downward line
which
is so easy to slide along
I
relearn daily
that
I am still growing
still
discovering the better path
through
the trees of my despair
And
there
is
the freedom
you
were promised in your tossled hair and skinned knee days
That
is how you build yourself, a Hero of your life
one
tiny lego at a time
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