Today on dversepoets it’s all about paying debt. This is a great theme for me right at this moment, due to a decision I made a few hours earlier than dverse hour. Below the poem is where I’ve been and what possessed me to write…
by Karen Maeby © 4/21/12
I met my soul at the cash register:
I was unloading every single thought and every single
thing going on with me at the moment.
Pulling each one out and placing it on the belt.
Everyone was looking at me funny
as they watched each shape and size thought
be placed in front of them.
One, twenty, twenty one, fifty, fifty one –
we get to 1,000
and my soul stops the belt. No more incoming thoughts
—— can pass.
“You’ve run out of time,” my soul says.
I stand there, stunned. “But I still have more left to give..”
“Nope. You’re holding up the process.”
My soul stands there, not allowing me
to move on, to add any more thoughts, nothing.
“What’s my total?” I say, worried.
“You currently owe about a million dollars and one lifetime to yourself.”
I am nearly blown away by that amount.
And, I nearly pass out.
Was I alive, still?
Minutes later, a part of me hands me a journal
and an organizer. My Soul tells me that I need
to prioritize my life with work, what I really want
and what I really need to do. Stop with the
meaningless projects, and the things that will not
make a difference. You’re going to be paying
debt to me (your soul) if you don’t. Finish something,
breathe, don’t take on too much, prioritize what
you take on.
Beads of sweat float down my body,
after the severe chills:
here comes the fever. Medication.
I need the medication
for I am really truly sick this time.
Now, I know what it means
to owe debt to my soul.
Let this spring cleaning happen.