I pivot
One foot is fixed.
It will not move
From where it stands.
The other strikes out
Wanting to move forward.
Or, perhaps to the left.
I pivot, to the right.
I know I cannot go back.
No progress is made.
When can I walk into the future?
Even one moment would do.
It is so painful to stay here.
Fixed in nowhere land.
Poetry, pictures and thoughts for starting over at 8.
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