60. Comfortable (Myshkin, 2020) · free verse

How’s it going for you, Pretending you’re not hurt? You are very slowly dying, And it won’t be a good death. The bill comes due, sooner or later. You push it back, further and further, Career, Children, Gray hairs, Then what? Your forgotten soul just stays buried? The world you ignored forgives you? Somebody else picks up the slack, Fills the you-shaped hole in the fabric of life? There’s no glee in “I told you so,” Nobody wins when it’s too late, But it’s not too late. Please turn back! It’s not too late To feel your pain, To ask for help, To open up to life, To ask forgiveness from Mother Earth. Change your zombie life Borrow hope from those who have it And hopelessness from the rest, You’ll need both. Meet us by the old oak tree We have work to do.