UNKNOWN DATE (sometime in 2009)
by Jonathan Kraft
It seems everything is telling me
that I need to focus
And all I want to do is breathe.
Why do I view focusing and breathing
as mutually exclusive?
I see so much opportunity all around me
But I don’t’ really feel the growth within me
Even though I’m growing as I take advantage
of each new opportunity presented
And building a future for us.
I see the heart of a woman so strong
And I know that I aid her always
But if I knew how, I could help her
to embrace more, and use more, that strength.
If I knew how.
Do any of us live our potential?
How do I unterstutz and raise her ability to
use her strength?
I look at the past with a degree
of certain understanding
And I understand the present as the
time to act
And I act on the future because it
already exists in my actions today.
And yet I just want to breathe.
Why do I view breathing
and
ACTION
as mutually exclusive?
I am a great writer
I convey a certain power
and command a definite emotion
in my writing.
And yet I neglect these powers.
I remember moments of uncertainty
when I was saved by those around me.
Those whose hearts wished to reach
a more conclusive outcome
Whatever that might be.
The nonsensical nature of this last
stream of consciousness brings me
To the conclusions:
That I must write more frequently
That I must do so with more passion
That I must build on my moments of solitude