This mess I'm still fighting with.
Can't clear it,
can't remove the clutter 
that's keeping me holed up.

Luck come calling... ?
I'm reaching farther
and climbing higher but
nothing is igniting me.
Nothing's frightening me enough.

Is action stunted 
or can I start it on my own?
What clause bestowed 
this weight?
Can I escape?

Truth comes knocking
only seldom evenings,
and the moments of clarity
haven't cleared anything up.

Just another folded page,
another day to try again.