
Today, I’m writing a bop. This is a 3-stanza poem. Stanza #1 is six lines long and presents a problem. Stanza #2 is eight lines long and explores or expands on the problem. Stanza #3 is six lines long and presents the solution or shows the failed attempt at a resolution. Each stanza is followed by a refrain. Source: Ethical ELA
I don’t think I can do it.
I try.
I pretend to try.
I tell others I’m trying
until no one believes me, least of all me.
I’m stuck, but I would do anything to get unstuck.
I want to finish my doctorate,
but the story I tell myself
keeps me on repeat and redo and remix
I want to write a book,
but doing the work will reveal who I am, but mostly who I am not.
Can pretending get me there?
Fake it till I make it?
How long till it breaks me?
I’m stuck, but I would do anything to get unstuck.
“The only way out is through,” said someone.
“We’re wired to do hard things.” says everyone.
“Face your fears to overcome them”. I said that.
I know the slogans.
I know the hacks.
And, I know me.
I’m stuck, still, but I would do anything to get unstuck.
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