Senioritist

Senioritist

Senioritis

The feeling is entirely dreadful.
It lurked deeper than the cold damp earth.
The weight of hundreds of boulders presses in on shoulders, neck, ears. . .
Sucking away any beacon of warmth.
Even the bones aren’t the same.
Insects, thousands of different individuals infect every canal of the body.
Legs become heavy, fingers twitchy, back succumbed with pricks and aches.
Thoughts of hunger and thirst aren’t overwhelmed by the influences,
Wrecking the body to be whisked into dust.
The voices of friends and family act no more than horseflies
Jousting for territory on eardrums.

Yet, there is one little word, so magical, so cursing, it destroys nations, landscapes, universal matters, but it alone can take away all of this suffering turbulence.
Procrastination.

The darkness is lifted away,
The earth shifts,
Rolls down the spine to land under feet.
Bones creak and crackled, smiting all as they transformed
To their original shapes and properties.
Fatigue is purged, relief at last.
Loved ones appear as a lifting fog, their smiles bringing a renewed joy.
They see a new, reborn face.
An indulgence flies slowly into view, and in a grace, explodes into millions of copies.
A hand rises to meet the embrace; a tiny strand is laced around a single finger.
Its length glows under the warm light, loose and fine.
You know what’s tied to the other end.
This is Procrastination’s leash.

Days of Light draw on,
Each one treasured and savored as the body is laid in luxury.
The time was quiet and harmonious, yet,
The distance traveled alone made a difference.
The string.
Its weight expanded as whole with every step taken in the warmth, and it is now heavy.
Everyone notices, and learns something is wrong.
They can read it from the very grimace you tried to hide
Ever so cleverly under a sheepish grin.
Eventually, the string cannot be dragged no more.
You rise from Lighthood, and turn.
Walking, trotting then at a run along the threaded fate you’ve woven, and the trip back seems to fly.
As if it welcomed and aided in your return.
Back into the darkness.
Everything numbing floods, yet, something is different.
Even with the old weight pressing the arch in your arms,
The bugs snaking into caved tunnels,
The hunger and thirst rally new friends of loneliness and tire,
There was something incredible fighting them all back.

A new word is said, parting a flame of spirit into existence,
Determination.