things are clear
by The Survivor
things are clear now
i see where i went wrong.
i see where i hesitated, where i insisted,
where i mistook weight for meaning.
i fought long enough to know the difference.
this wasn’t confusion.
it was a lesson.
i did what had to be done.
i let go of what couldn’t be carried.
it’s quiet out here.
i remember thinking i would feel alone.
but the kid won’t stop talking —
he sounds just like me.
so eager to see the world,
i can’t tell how long he stayed in there.
— yes, i can feel the breeze too.
it was so hot inside that house,
air thick enough to blur the edges —
hard to see things clearly.
loud.
i’m tired.
i heard the house yell.
i couldn’t tell if it was calling me.
i kept walking anyway.
a house that talks —
no one would ever believe me.
besides,
the kid wants to go home.
someone has to care for the boy.
boy, i can’t wait to get home.
