It starts out small
an anomaly, a mild aberration off the ideal reference
something you ate, something you didn’t
maybe it's how much you move or didn’t
it's the stress you say
you continue, you eat, move and live right to the right you know best
and then it's a tear, an organ on the verge of failure.
You can still save it, they say
just some pills, dietary changes
MOVE YOU MUST
but you don’t, your annoyance with the world has earned you a cake
your annoyance with your husband has earned you a tub of ice-cream
your defeated children earn you your fried up breakfast
now its 2 organs on the verge of failure
You can still save it, they say
a few procedures, dietary changes
MOVE YOU MUST
but you don’t, It's my legs, am too tired, where do I go
I have no friends
your insecurities earn you a lazy day in bed, a week even, a month perhaps… let's make that a year
your fears of the unknown keep you with the familiar
you spend your days with the “Could have been’s”
too late now, I could’ve found love, I could’ve travelled the world, I could’ve danced
now it’s 3 organs, that’s the charm you know
the third bell that brings you in
the third rap to sentence your deeds
the third that won’t save the two
it’s your mind, medical induced psychiatric disorders
it’s a dog trying to catch its tail.
MOVE YOU MUST
Dear mother, I’ve seen you physically and mentally break a little every day
Its the graduation I missed nursing your hysterectomy
It's the marriage I walked into to nurse your ego
it's the job I quit to nurse your non-functioning kidneys and lungs
it’s a matter of time they say
It’ll all come to an end, be patient, find a healer
learn to let go.
Dear Mother, MOVE YOU MUST
but you can't.
