Where Did My Energy Go?
Where did my energy go—
did it slip out the back door,
quiet as a yes I never said no to?
Did it wander,
dressed up as kindness,
only to be claimed
by an ego that swore it was owed?
Funny thing—ego don’t knock.
It strolls in.
Rearranges the room.
Calls it fair.
“It wasn’t that much.”
“It’ll circle back.”
“It’s fine.”
Oh, ego can rhyme too—
just not with truth.
But something in me kept count.
The pause.
The pull.
The almost I swallowed whole.
So I drew a line—
not loud, not long,
just clear enough
to echo back where I belong.
Now if it flows, it shows.
If it stays, it pays.
And if it don’t—
well… now it knows.