Pretend

I set out one day

To Be -

Everyone I knew

told

me

All it takes

is

the

first

step

One foot

before the other -

But I wonder -

When all you've

Done

is

Doing -

Isn't this

forward

movement

palaver

More

of

the

same

thing?

So I thought to try another way -

Hit it from another angle, so to speak -

I thought, instead, to

Stop.

Stop the striving.

Stop the

trying

too hard.

Stop the

pushing

it

all

Uphill -

and instead

Feel.

It wasn't easy, at first.

My body jittered,

felt on edge.

My chest

felt

hollow.

I twitched

for another

Distraction.

But then -

As time went on

Something strange happened -

The compulsions fell away.

I luxuriated in the silence.

My body unravelled,

Let

Go.

Is this

what it is

to

be

Free?

Is this

what it is

To

Be?