Testing Your Tether

Your well-worn memories can't be imitated at all, the marks of wear that make themselves, cut deep with a thousand repetitions. It's a circular story, runaround within a roundabout, free for so long as you don't test your tether. Sometimes I struggle with the borders of home, wishing I could wander further and endlessly afield. Other days, I'm okay with the knowledge of digging deeper in the familiar, surprised by what I've overlooked all along. Ring around the rattle while my fingers freeze solid, standing in the sun that sheds absolutely no warmth. Here is where I find the faith to go forth, standing on the porch with every next step waiting. There's a desperate destination that I'm seeking nearly every day, anxious from the second I startle awake. I have absolutely no notion when I'll get there, but I can say for sure I've tried – spun around in the orbit of my mind.

 

February 26, 2021

Annapolis County, Nova Scotia

 

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