Six weeks
That was the last
Pushed and passed
And I knew
It wasn’t held
And I knew
It wasn’t resisted
But more clearly
Than ever before
No one stood with me
Not completely
Enough to work hard
But not enough
To keep working hard
Or endure
To the count of three
It was my fault
I required too much
While knowing
There were holes
In the boat
And so
Something died
Inside of me
I feel like
I can no longer
Lead out front
I lost something there
And I may never
Get it back
My willingness
To trail blaze
And my eagerness
To discern and match
The need with the cure
Has just settled down
For a long winter’s nap
And I fear
This sleep
Is really only
A type of death