I struggle with who I am.
And it’s because there is no more ‘who will I be?’
Or ‘who can I be?’
All the possibility has worn itself out, a thread I forgot to hold on to.
It was all going too fast. I was going too fast.
Careening to avoid the headlights.
Dodging and weaving to a beat whose steps I was learning. Shadowboxing for the big fight.
Only to realize now the arena is empty.
And I am tired, oh so tired.