I did little, I do much

 

Smelly popcorn in the air

perchance purveyed my blindness,

or the bulge at my belt--

possibly rancid shrewdness.

 

I was clueless, I was wise.

 

I succumbed to convenience--

viewed people as underrated.

They had sown the seed for me,

and so heedlessly I ate.

 

I did little, I did much.

 

My obsession to appease

swayed freedom and installed

discipline...ascetic thing!

Prejudice I also hauled.

 

I was meager, I was fair.

 

Amenity in being;

chiefly in being aloof.

Come too close, I’d freeze, fight, flee.

How could I help or love you?

 

I felt nothing, I sensed all.

 

I stayed hushed and uninformed.

My words I scarcely would craft.

No warm showers swelled my skin

thick to roam unprepared paths.

 

I was stalling, I was safe.

 

Last season, that boor was me.

Now this intrinsic heart’s glee

is to open its closed eyes

and reclaim the detainee.

 

I am new, I am ready.

 

I am vegan, free, grateful,

and immersing in culture.

I humble myself and feel

my heart in acupuncture.

 

I have mercy, I have love.

 

Insatiate pride I’ll fast

it away to eat the fruits

that sustain a tasteful life--

nourish the soul’s tender roots.

 

I am growing, I am fit.

 

Evoking, cold, tub waters

shower a call to action

so let opportune moments

bring synergies of passion.

 

I did little, I do much.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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