Laying the Ground Work Still

We have a lot of ground to cover. The perimeter stretches only so far. Taller than pair of slippers on your feet, staked up silly looking. Clear view of every side, from the other side, as long as the eye, can see. How easily crossed my wall are. By the casual stroller. With a lot worst than, no concern. My existence, naturally ignored. They say if you drop a penny from a high enough height. Terminal velocity results in death. I tossed myself, like a penny wanting to make an impact on life, falling face first eyes open. Hard to believe you didn’t see me coming, more complications not a single beat was skipped. We both know what this is, yet the only one left feeling, is me. I get the sense you’ve seen pennies fall out of the sky all the time. Not even your hair moved, from the wind displacement. I bet if the whole world was on fire, you’d stride through it without getting burned, unconcern with everything other than yourself.

Where did the fire come from, me, I burned this shit easily. Many practice sessions of yesteryear, set myself up for destruction. Simply because I don’t want to be here. In a position where none, notice me. This, before actual realization of being ignored. They went up the street, dolphin dived into the mud to catch a dime. How jealous of its slim shininess I would be, if I took the time out to actually see. Instinctively an enemy, whenever I decide, second nature be damned. That’s the kind me. The line to cross me built with no obstacles, a trap disguised as an invite. Please come find, seen all the time, me in the middle visible, ready for war. Like a net to catch fish, the perimeter stretches. Worked a long time, pretty impressive complete plication of anything else that stands tall in my space. Not willing to see face to face.

lots of enemies, before they even cross my line, I can see lots of people in my periphery. Impatiently waiting to attack. Set life up with many opportunities, claim they jumped on me, first. Should have built the walls higher, that way its a lot of work if you want to cross me. Run, jump and climb first three steps then ten more obstacles before you reach me. Heck even see me. In this scenario, all this effort put in to “get to me”, before you even knew it was me. Safely I can say, you went out your way to fight, no concern for who it might be. Same can be said for me. I went out the way to allow others to upset me so easily. Who am I to decided everyone who walks past will know me. No if’s and’s or but’s, not dependent on luck, Constant cycle of trying to prove my worth, I was stuck.

via Daily Prompt: Complication

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