Messy

I’m seeping through the holes.

Crossing boundaries. Missing cues. Avoiding rules. Evading responsibility. Eschewing reality.

Overweight. Late, loud, dirty, dark. Clumsy. Selfish. Messy. Messy. Messy.

Grow up. You aren’t a child. Get it together. Get your act, your story, your plan in order. Focus. Address the list. Do the thing.

Order. Control. So allusive. Grasping and behind and lost.

Oh, this mess I have made,

In this mess

I have made the same mistakes

Over and over again

Where is the beauty from the mess? How do I create from this mess? Can I embrace and harness this mess as power?