Walnut

I choose how to frame my narrative
My past has only the purpose and catalytic power I give it
But sometimes it’s hard to see
Hard to wrestle the will from my beating heart and pumping lungs
Hard not to feel carried away by the force of events and my emotional response to them

I don’t really believe in defining moments
I believe in presence and how you occupy a space
How the significance I lend to those moments I choose
Lends purpose to my present

I am like a walnut on the ocean
Powerless against wave and progress
But not crushed and not sinking
And inside of me lies another universe
Unconceivable and broad
Unlimited but tangible
Stars and their orbiting galaxies are in the realm of my knowledge
I can feel ecstasy and agony alike

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