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Remora

i am my biggest remora,
blocking the pathway before me
and complicating my days.
the idealist inside tells me
resistance builds character.
still, i find it easy to empathize
with the wire, whose copious energy
is for naught but a little heat.
of course energy must be converted
to be more than potential
and i should learn from the physical world
to better impact the mental one inside.
but it's still frustrating
when the path i see
is not the one i walk.
it's out of my hands
and i will always be a little awkward,
and unavoidable --
like my husband playing "window"
as he stands between me and the television screen.
...of course, what can one expect
when the idealist inside is mental?

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