August 5, 2016

Unlimit Your Limits



I hate that word. I hate what it represents. 

I hate that there are limits. 

But there are.

In life

In my life

I am short

I will never be tall. 

Some people don’t walk on their own two feet

That’s not a metaphor.

Some people can’t hear music

Or speech

Or birds

Or tires screeching.


Some people hide

Because their minds won’t allow them peace.

Some suffer loss

They’ll never extricate from.

Some are ugly.

Some hide behind their beauty.

Some are run by fear

Some tread over others without fear

And kill even so

Either way.


Despite all the accolades

The self-help options

The churches

The prisons

The teachings

The teachers

The mantras

The self-degradation









We all have limitations

To what we can do

Or think

Or make happen.


Skip a beat.


That’s all. 

It’s true

Accept it

And who fucking cares

What is it you can’t do?

Today, who cares.

Do something else 

With what you already have. 


Your limits

Are only what

You limit them to


If you can’t walk, sing

If you can’t see, dance in a padded room

If you fear, do something safe

Or scary

But let go for one minute

And see yourself

WITH your limit

Hold it

And see

If when you hold and embrace it

It feels more like a friend

And less like a foe.

See if you can work


And become a limit

Outside the box

Of what you know

Have been told

Or told yourself.


Unlimit your limits


I am short

I will never be tall

I’ll bite a kneecap today

On someone lengthy.

Or maybe crawl through something

No one tall ever could.

Or maybe I will climb a mountain

Because my little legs allow me to.

And I’ll believe

For just a moment

That it doesn’t matter

How long those legs are


It don’t.