Suffocation

living with minimal purpose

days guided by routines

spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys

purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence

numb with struggles that resist quietly within

telling you to let go of what you have become

all that you have allowed yourself to know about you

that lack of information

because you know you more than anyone else, right?

The end

severs the ties that bind you to comfort

it allows you to accept the unknown

to accept the struggles

that will soon come because in this present place

you are not growing and that is more painful than scathing your knees

In the end

you don’t have to practice

you have to just BE