hindrance

I sit here,
flipping through life.
3 x 5 index cards
determine my existence.

the recipe of my future
penned in ink.
unerasable. I cannot
change the immutable.

yellow sticky notes
litter the hallway
of my substinence. reminders
of aspirations

once possessed. pausing,
to pull out
the card that bears
my name. disbelief

and disappointment
smear my face. my mouth
hangs agape. the misfortune
of my predetermination

unmistakable. like every
good soldier,
I march on. my head hangs,
chin on my chest.

broken.