tired of being a bullet

I’m tired of being a bullet
I wanna be a butterfly.

I’m tired of trying to hit targets
I wanna float
get there when I get there
stop for snacks
pull over and take a nap
absorb the local color
check out some flowers
see the sights.

I’m tired of aim and speed and straight lines
I wanna let the wind take me where it takes me
I wanna zig the zag
loop the loop
go backwards
act on a whim
get lost for a while
and wind up right where I need to be.

I’m tired of my blue steel skin and my gunpowder guts
tired of making holes in things
tired of the bang and the bam and then …
… nothing
I wanna be ancient and new
soft and light
fragile and strong
I wanna migrate
flutter in the breeze
join my tribe in the trees
I wanna go home.


Excerpted from Scapegoat’s Cross: Poems about Finding and Reclaiming the Lost Man Within by Rick Belden. Copyright © 2009 by Rick Belden.

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Rick I truly understand this, i like this poem, ty WS

Thanks for your comment, WS. This one seems to ring true for a lot of men.

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