The Escalator

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The escalator stopped.

I was on my way up.

It stopped in mid-journey.

Now what?

I thought this trip

would be an easy one.

I thought I was on the

right track to where 

I was headed.

I had to choose.

I could stay where I was

and hope for a fix.

Or I could do the harder thing

and start climbing up or down

and make my own way.

I called out.

I yelled, 

I hollered,

I beckoned,

I pleaded.

Nothing!

And when no one came 

to my rescue, I made 

the tough choices.

I had to move, take control 

of my lot in life.

After all I had 

things to do,

an agenda,

and places to be.

And I did what 

I needed to do.

If you think this is about 

broken escalators,

then read it again.

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Believe

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The principle is age-old

We do our best work

when we believe in what we do.

I had to believe I could write

or I would never have taken to

my computer and a blank screen.

Some people I believe in.

I trust them, I hold them high.

And others, not so much.

Some products I buy into,

and then again, I’ve had cheap.

There is a difference.

Quality rarely comes cheap.

That I believe.

Belief is a thing,

and all accomplishments begin

with a huge dose of belief.

Not just lip service.

Believe!

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Silencing the Voices

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The ogre speaks,

“You’re not good enough.

I know what you did back then.

You are flawed.

“And who do you think you are?

And what do you think you deserve?”

Oh my, the ogre speaks loudly.

And along comes reason.

Along comes good thinking,

And it says,

“Yes, I may have done that,

or thought that

or gone there.

“That was another time,

another era.

Shame … leave me alone.

You say ‘I am bad’.

I only did some things that were bad.”

“I am not my failures.

I am not my past.

People can change

And I choose to change.

“I am setting new sights,

new goals and dreams.

I’m telling myself …

‘I can do better,

I will do better,

I have a future

and my past is past.’”

“Speak no more, ogre.

Speak loud and clear

my redefined self.

Where can we go

and what good can we do?

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