This world is a lot. Perhaps too much.
And in that much-ness I lose my way.
Often
I have lost count.
The loss is sometimes gradual
A growing numbness,
And hardness that develops from the hours and years
Spent pulling myself up “by the bootstraps”
And being labeled “the Responsible One.”
Well. God. Release the play.
Release the joy.
The joy this world definitely cannot confer to me.
Spaces to lie down,
And move around.
Places of refuge that are marked by smiles and fun.
Where I can co-create
Play.
With You.
-Robert Monson