Instructions

The world requires not your clamor and clang your doing more of the same striving and fighting trying to move boulders that will not move. Pointed fingers and pointed words anguish and anxiety belie your belief that they are more powerful that they are winning. Wining does not matter Winning is doing It’s another worn out space inside a crumbling frame hung on a rotting wall. You may lose You will die Humans go the way of the trilobites There is nothing more radical than sanity amidst madness nothing more subversive than joy amongst misery love inside violence Find yours Do not despair nor languish in resentful apathy Let your anger and integrity stoke the engine fires of your belly lighting the jewel of your heart igniting the force field that is You Open your bright eyes Let those ancient frames sigh into dust and fall from the walls Lock the door behind you Tomorrow will be too late. © S. Rinderle, February 2017 Published in Poetry for Coaching: Transformation Through Verse, 2024.