Do not be content.
Let not that restlessness
allow
complacency.
Do not let it be the heat
that warms;
let it be the fire
that burns
if you are still
too long.
Do not forget
the ebb and flow.
The tide rises and recedes,
lungs expand and contract.
Rest.
Refuel.
Repeat.
and do so again,
moving
only forward,
looking back
only briefly,
existing
where you are.
The past may hurt,
as a scar’s memory
incites empathy
for the you that was.
The present may drag,
as the slowest
of all lightning strikes.
The future may terrify,
as inevitable bad,
and good,
approach:
unavoidable.
Just breathe;
you’re okay.
Now…
…Forward.