Reframings

I miss deadlines

I procrastinate

I feel lost

In a forest of unreachable goals

I wander

beside a river of ideas

choked by stones of self-doubt

its current silenced

Yet, in this wilderness,

might I learn life’s true cycles?

A silvopasture of the soul —

reframe missteps

as cracks in the dam

each fracture sparks a new stream

dissolving my old vector

creating new possibles

Could losing my way

become the seed of fresh growth?