I can’t describe how good this feels.
Don’t misconstrue
the tear falling
down my cheek
as sadness –
it holds more joy than I’ve felt in years.
Disconnected from the signal calling
me to pursue my
dreams of youth.
Misguided blind devotion
to pursuit of fame,
handcuffed creativity
at the hands of fortune too.
Currents coursing through my veins,
Running red with passion now, and
Days of wine and indiscretion
put to bed,
Replaced with head running
hot, unleaded apprehension
Getting high off adrenaline.
I’ve bathed myself
in self deception
and cleansed my motivation
with responsibility.
I stand before you
naked and broken
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
-JW, 2008?
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