a chance

I wake from dreams I forget too quickly. in the shower I cut my jaw and the water runs a little pink at my feet. by time I’ve passed over the summit of the day I am exhausted from taking myself too seriously. the distance between life before the contract and how things are now is insurmountable. I admit to losing patience with myself and those expecting me to want to give more to what they won’t make time for themselves. dad reminds me how hopeless things were before my church gave me a chance. I boil the kettle and wonder if it’s worse to have no hope or time. there is a middle ground but I can’t quite see it yet. give me time. I will look for the liminal again.