The Tipping Point (poem)

The Tipping Point

I see you.....

Workin hard...

Pushing that boulder up the hill

Our efforts, most times

outweigh the outcome

Don’t give up

or stand quietly still

For all that we are

And every sweet move

Consistently adds up to a gain...

Making something from nothing

The love of creation

Was planted straight into our brains

So as we push that boulder

Up to the peak

Of that long, unending steep hill

Muscles strained from the weight

Underneath our legs quake

Bit by bit

We are gaining small wins

Small wins strung together.....

Create something bigger

When we reach the very tip top

That big bulky boulder

One great heave sends it over...

Over that mountain of rock

We watch in awe....arms raised high

Finally free from the strain

But we don’t realize

That very big boulder???.....

The one we shoved over???....

Is at the bottom....

Again....

Frick.....

So off we go with our heads held low

Disappointed....

But we push to begin.....

Realizing this time,

The hill’s a much smaller size....

And our muscles are ready

To dig in

So we push that rock up

The next hill, and the next

Till that big thing becomes much smaller

Our muscles can handle the rough terrain

We become bolder, stronger, wiser

If you have tenacity

And the most fearless of SOULS

You will be able to sit in the space

That asks you to wait, and wait, and wait........

Wait for the very next roll

So To you I say

Love those small wins

They gift us strong backs, arms

and shoulders

It can all come your way

And I knew.....

That one day.....

We’d get damn gifted at pushing them

boulders

To all of the creative people out there

Doing all of the most incredible things

And all of the things that feel hard

Keep going...

We need you around

You make the world a much brighter, better place

A sweet note from me to you...

And....as I push my own bunch of rocks over here....it’s a reminder for me too...

Love, Love, Loving You Well