Discipline

I made the mistake of relying on motivation.
Like trying to seize an oiled balloon,
or wrangling a wild boar, it’s a mood
of stubborn refuse, it’s the bad tenant,
refusing to pay overdue rent, ignoring every
answerphone message with a fierce resent,
meeting only on its own accord.

If you’ve ever tried to capture a fly,
you know to come from behind,
fingers wide spread so it doesn’t feel the air
enclose upon it’s head.
Discipline is caught like that, and once I had it,
clutched tight in a balled fist, the wings
rallied against my palm,
and I let it go.

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