The Order of Things

There are words that want to be written
that only you can write.
There are songs that want to be sung
that only you can sing.
There are stories that yearn to be told
that only you can tell.

But your words
and songs
and stories
remain hidden.

You think that
when you get
this thing out of the way
or that thing handled
or those things taken care of.

Then.

Then you will write
and sing
and tell your stories.

Then.

You are preoccupied
with the order of things.

You are preoccupied
with appearances and pretenses
with what people will think and
what they will say and
how they will judge and
what the consequences will be.

Would you wait so long
that your stories die with you
at the end of your days?

There are roads that call to be traveled
and you alone have the map.
There are doors that await opening
and you alone hold the keys.
The course to chart
is yours and yours alone.

Nobody can give you advice for living
because nobody else is living
your life
in your body
with your unique compilation of
traumas and triumphs.

The advice you’re seeking
the permission you crave
the validation and the reassurance
the inspiration and motivation
all must come from within.

You have words to write
and stories to tell
and songs to sing
and a life to live,

It is time to disrupt
the order of things.