stuck she says
& I cannot move
though I hate it here
well I guess that’s what
works for you right now I said
otherwise you’d be on your way
the tears begin to fall all slow
but I’m stuck don’t you understand?
I can help you begin to see clear
but I figure you don’t want that way
what keeps you glued to the ground
is the foundation you put there once
thought it’d keep you safe & sound
& if I chip away at all of that?
what will work for you best
is for you to begin to see
the future you really want
another place other than here
oh you she said
your poet notions daft
if I could do that
you think I’d be here stuck?
& I the daft poet wandered away