What I HAVEN’T done

The walls of my mind grown trite
With the same grey that I have explored
A thousand times per millisecond of breath
And come back to the very same
Again and again without change or growth
But I have not noticed the different shades
Minute shifts that I don’t see
Because I’m too focused
On what I haven’t done and where I’ve failed
Too obsessed with lessons unlearned
And the fact that I’m right back here
Being taught the very same thing
I thought I’d gotten under control
Visceral criticism something I’m proficient at
Aimed at the centre of my own heart
I’ve been missing my metamorphosis
Until someone points out where I was
A few years ago
And I can’t even remember that person
Whom they speak of
Going inside to explore was the first step

Debbie Gravett © 2020.11.18

FOWC: Trite
RDP: Visceral
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