Words written with an empty belly
is like moving a car with no gas,
You’re immovable, ineffective
and like a parable, I compare it to my present journey
The misplaced joy and the self-evident dismay
I move a couple of steps forward,
and then find I’m back where I started.
I have emotions I haven’t yet sorted
Fears and love that don’t need mixing,
and an open past that just keeps coming back.
The only words needed to convey
is to simply