A Heavy Shadow
The weight
of what I
haven’t done
far outweighs
my past
Those things
left vacant
on the shelf
of what I left
for last
Excuses
linger
as empty
choices
following behind
Reminding me
of what
I’m not
in content
— and in kind
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
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