This and That About There to Here


If I was one to believe everything
you all say to me today on face value,
I’m sure I’d swagger, bust my buttons,
and maybe feel right proud to be me.
Instead, I listened to you say
this nice thing and that
about what a good this or that I am,
or this or that I’ve accomplished.
Through the filter of self-doubt,
this is what I heard instead:
That I’ve wasted so much of my life
taking this path or that role,
this course or that job,
making this choice or that mistake.

It’s too late to change now, though.
They all lie behind me. Today,
I value each scar, each lump and dent
I’ve earned in this fun house skull of mine.
I know now what I considered my failures
were the scenery on my swift journey here.
If it looked like the worst of Detroit
or the Pine Ridge Reservation, then I
can say I’ve seen what you’d call
your worst on my way here and the tears
they brought have washed me clean of regret.
I’ll worry about the There ahead when it
becomes the This and That of Tomorrow.

I’ve fought myself, beaten myself brutally, most of my life. I’m only beginning to understand that fact and do something it. But it’s a difficult process. The why of it lies back there in the clouds of exhaust I peek at in the cracked rearview mirror of my memory. I’ve no control over what’s there in the past. In my regret-filled days and nights I would worry more about them because the mirror says they may be closer than they appear. The best I can say about this is that they’re not catching up with me much anymore.

4 thoughts on “This and That About There to Here

  1. Aging is so much more complex than I thought it would be. There seem to be way too many cards in the deck we are trying to shuffle – and I feel that some of them are getting scattered and falling to the floor.

  2. I spent the earliest part of my life full of self-doubt, adrift in a state of never feeling “good enough.” I spent the next period coming to grips with who I am and learning to worry less about what others thought. The last couple of decades realizing, like you, that each bump and scar makes us who we are, and we need to wear them proudly. We really aren’t so different, any of us. Love the introspection you have shared. Don’t beat yourself up anymore!

  3. That damn self critic, yes, he plagues me too. But on a good day I can mentally grab him by the scruff of the neck, give him a decent boot to send him flying, and tell him to ‘get the hell out’. Works for a while. 🙂

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