Being READY Really Doesn’t Matter // Day 10

I’m never ready, really, for the day
Of writing,
Or breathing,
Or being.

I’m here like you,
Wondering
If I can make it
Or take it
Or be anything
My parents
Thought I could be,
Which doesn’t matter
In the least,
Or so I tell myself
Today and yesterday
And the day before.

I’m ready to be me,
To put two feet on the floor,
Later walk out the door,
Relying on no one and nothing
Except the One who is More.

I’m never ready, really
For mothering,
Wife-ing,
Living,
Loving,
Forgiving,
Doing,
Being,
(Ad infinitum).

Ready simply means I’m not, but I move forward
Anyway.

What do you think of this 31 days of poetry thing? I was not ready to write 31 poems in a month (that’s usually the work of a really good year!) What are you never ready for (but you are doing anyway)?

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October 10, 2015