Have you ever punched yourself in the gut on a Thursday in June?

Have you ever punched yourself in the gut on a Thursday in June?

I have and it went like this.  

I started to think that for the past decade

I have spent way too long in the if and how mindset.

Blindly I would ask random birds if they knew how many quarts are in a gallon 

And if they knew why I couldn’t sleep at night.

This fact shone bright and loudly this morning as  the sun warmed my hair and showed my grey.

I looked down to see the torn curtains that fell off my window still lying there

And then I shouted, “God Damn I need to walk out of my bedroom” and I walked out to the kitchen to make toast and come to terms with the reality that I am 41 years old.

Fitting and timely since I have hatched finally, from my hiding egg

I stopped living in the zone I found myself in for the past 3000 days

Living like a hobbitesque background actor on My So Called Life

“No more, never more never the less whatever nevermind” I thought, 

"This is My life, so called” as I turned on the game shows for my cat before I left for work.

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This is very good realistic poetic punch. You collected emotions and experiences and let them blow straight to my eyes into my mind. I like your self talking part at this poem. It's make even more realistic and truthful. Yes this your life and this your poem well done .