It’s your pride
That stinks up the room
When you’re so sure
That you’re reaching a plateau,
A platform that’s going to jettison you
From your former life
Of squalor, of insecurity and lack of meaning,
And people
.
Have every
Right
To feel compunction
When they sense that flight in you
And
.
When they knock you down to size
Maybe you’re just giving them
What you hadn’t, before,
And is rightfully theirs all along and
This is the human experience you chose
With body needy, flawed and
Doomed for collapse.