Contentment Pond


I thought I had contentment

But I was wrong

I thought I was saturated with all I needed

That I had learned all things

At my age I was tricked into believing

That I was wise enough

Every twist

Every turn

How paralyzing contentment becomes

Blinding settlement

Discouraging attempts

Clutching past endeavors while sitting beside the now

I thought I had progressed to higher levels

Plumb lined to some, I discover not so much

Should I close my eyes to find MY center?

Yes, but just enough closure to keep myself open

Content enough to get through today

But left slightly porous to absorb more  

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