Why do I resist change
When it would mean
Untold improvements
In my life?
Why is it so hard
To let go
Of all the difficulties
That hold me back
And weigh me down?
Am I really so comfortable
With being uncomfortable?
I am such
A dichotomist,
Torn between what is
And what can be,
Perfectly at ease
With encouraging others
While discouraging myself,
And enduring longings
With the same fortitude
That has seen me
Through countless agonies;
But the time has come...
I can resist no longer
The basic need
To improve my lot,
And it all begins
With a single, baby
Step.