abandon the station

of satiation that numbs

the breaking you fear

a tumbler clear

of tawny habits

that bind standards

to the shelf

where self winds

the pendulum

of trepidation


i still hover where

the fire of your narration

drew me near

and i will never forget

the man whose courage

once lead the way ahead

for i admire

the higher standard

of depth


© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Photo: It’s not deep unless you can’t swim.

If you are acquiescing to the shallows of a relationship (including one with your true self), you are to blame for the pain.

Photo: Ironic Signage