Day 13: Dead Weight

It almost had me, this pressing weight,

To dig up something old and cryptic,

And forego this opportunity to create.

 

But in the pleasant smell of nostalgic,

I found that new life does still await,

Piercing bright through layered lethargic.

 

Until these pressures do abate,

I’ll serve them frenzied, and energetic.

Still, teach me the meaning of ‘never too late’.