Borrowed Time (Poem)

My porch was a mess
My house was even worse
My yard was decked with holes

I had no excuse to make
I had no one left to hurt
I had nothing to call my own

All the masks I dawned to be part of the world
To be part of the way that made me sick

Had become such a ruse
Not even I really knew
Who was who
And what made sense

I came to the fork in the road between the way things are
And the way I wanted to be

A little voice said, “We can do this
We can take off those masks
We can take what we need and leave the rest”

So I said to the voice
“Let’s go and be quick
I’m on borrowed time
And I can’t pay it back”