Poem: Self-Appraisal

A poem about making amends (with yourself, and for yourself)

When I moved to Wellington, I went
softly mad. I had no routine anymore,
I could do what I wanted, which also

meant being able to do nothing. I’ve
spent the last quarter-century atoning
to myself for five lost years. Building

a new routine, finding the things and
people to fight for. Hoping the score
card gets a pass mark in the end.