Inundated with ideas, I forget myself

I forget to do

I forget

What is it I am doing?

I have seen what I have done

what others have done

and in seeing it as separate I get confused,

lost

lost in all that I have not done

is it so different?

does it matter?

I have come to a point on the verge of being stuck, as I sit and contemplate

taking in instead of taking out

taking out what is inside and sharing it

who cares if there are echoes, resemblances and reflections?

for they are not the same,
their voice is different

different pitch

different pull

different

I am me

I AM ME

in this moment

I debate whether to share this for fear it will be laughed at

heckled off the stage of life

then I remember it does not matter

for the stage is just a venue

the audience secondary

the audience secondary

“but why share?” whispers a little inner voice

and at once I realize the lie

I am me

in so far as I am witnessed

in my expression of me

witnessed by myself

by others no matter

but witnessed just the same

I have forgotten to remember

I must remember to forget

the fears that block me from moving forward