(Written summer 2024)

Breakthrough 
How did you do it?
Ran through existential crisis 
Straight through that brick wall
Never looked back
Just stood up so  tall

You found a stage
Found a voice
Sang your song
Defied your age

Or maybe it isn’t quite so clear?
These never ending questions 
I hold so dear.
From where you are standing it 
Looks quite grand
Lots of friends all the accolades 
All the validation that you grab

Is it enough?
To silence the voices inside your head
Or does the only silence occur once you are dead

Wondering what I’m missing
Or if it’s been here all along.

Note: I’ve been reviewing some of my notebooks. I’m starting a project I am calling Profane Poems for Profane Times so I wanted to look for all my political ranting. The above is not one of those, but relates to the Woods Project. It really freaks me out how much of this began well before the stream. What a tumultuous time for me 2024 was. Again, I apologize to whomever for this weirdness. What the hell?)