To Walk Down a Dead-End Street
As an introvert with comically low
self-esteem,
I have made some truly awful
choices in my life.
But writing isn’t one of them.
It’s true that a life of
settling for less along the path of least resistance
has given me
a point of view most successful creative folk never see,
and I can write from that view
as easily as breathe.
But there is still
something missing,
and I don’t mean something missing from my
smalltime life.
I mean something missing from my
genetic code
that enables others to whisper a resolute “fuck it”,
and move onto the
places where few go,
and fewer survive.
I have always been,
for less than better,
and often far worse than that,
one who only moves forward with
a wall at his back,
and this time is no different.
But it is
forward I must go,
because the only right direction to walk
down a dead-end street
is out.
© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday
