Sometimes the water enters my house
slowly filling the downstairs
and lower chambers.
I see it, but passively react.
Instead I go to read a book,
thinking ‘oh well’,
it will recede again.
Now it’s noon
and it still hasn’t gone away.
The stairway is filled with water
As I stand at the top,
little waves splash at my feet.
I smile and drink some tea.
Where’s my Driver
when I need him?
Where is Zeal?
Sadness is standing nearby
Anxiety is not too far away.
I go see what’s the latest
in the blogosphere,
play around,
check my mail.
Nothing new.
The compulsion is killing me
Aversion is my temporary friend
The water continues to rise.
Reason told me to put on my dive suit,
swim toward the basement,
and pull on the drain plug.
It’s the only way she said
I’d be able to begin my work.
But the height of the water now,
discourages me.
Besides, evening is now upon us.
Tomorrow morning the house
will be empty again.
Why not just wait it out?
Reason is calling to me.
I hear her sweet voice,
gentle and dear.
I begin to get teary-eyed.
Pierre, don’t put yourself through this..
I want you to be happy.
You have loving friends and family
that care a lot about you.
Even your online pals
wouldn’t want to see you like this.
I don’t want you to feel shame.
But I do want you to understand
the pain that you’re feeling.
How it arises,
and how it will fade.
You’ve pressured yourself in the past,
and Procrastination and Resent
were your only companions.
This is a bad habit Pierre.
You can’t kill it.
But you can be aware of it,
then act…act…
focus on being in the moment.
Empty your mind,
and just perform.
Do this everyday.
I hear you Reason.
Now that you’ve officially spoken on this regard,
truthfully….without fluffy enthusiasm
nor Fear in my company,
I hope the situation will improve.
Don’t think Pierre.
you do enough of that already.
Just act.
