frustration
Curiously
I feel I die each day from
exhaustion, small failures, ignorance,
and a fear of imminent exposure of my innate
stupidity.
Miraculously
the mornings come sometimes
innocently. I find I have forgotten last night’s
birth pains and crowning.
I have forgotten its miscarriage,
and am ready to again
push out past complacency and fear,
release the old sense of achievement,
its entitlement, and pioneer — acknowledge — my
frontiers of half-truth and misconception.