Rising from the Ruts
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Rising from the Ruts
By Jane Tawel
July 28, 2021
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As we grow older,
We slow down, glitch, molder.
And everything sticks
or contracts —
like our bones, and our memories,
we contract and dig grooves.
And all our muscles,
figuratively and literally,
we tighten into cords;
cords that bind us to negativity,
or the quiet despair of meaninglessness.
We can’t escape.
Or rather, if we thought truthfully,
we choose not to escape.
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We fall down and down
into our self-created ruts;
those our lives — minds, hearts, souls —
have created.
We wear ruts,
not just in our neural folds,
but in the very soil of our being.
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Some of our neural paths
begin as paths forward,
but become hard rocky ditches,
Some, make us feel so alive,
until we let them become fallow and festering.
And some ruts we wear
become deep pits of despair,
sorrow, hatred, anger, or boredom.
We wear and wear and wear it all down,
with our thoughts and words and actions,
and the soul gets stuck.
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We have used our brains so much,
thinking that our minds are strong enough,
that they can over-come our souls;
thinking that our minds, will always tell us what to do.
But now that we have worn the ruts into depths,
we cannot think how to get out of them.
