Consciousness: A Work in Progress

It’s easy to choose not to write

in place of distraction,

to dismantle creativity through the justification of consuming information for inspiration.

Who am I kidding, I’m addicted to what society has been spoon-feeding me

though I have not been robbed of my awareness.

I hold onto that with a firm, fearful grip.

Since quarantine, I downloaded an app (how contradictory, I know)

that has motivated me to pick up meditation daily

and it’s working.

At first, I was fighting the desire to exist in blissful ignorance, giving into the autotuned emotional responses of a shadowed soul.

Now I’m not fighting, but more so

just letting go,

watching thoughts pass, choosing those that serve me,

working on saying goodbye to those that don’t.

Damn I still have such a hard time

like seriously, what is this mental prison they call consciousness

we’re all working on it.