Knots

Who am I to be a leader 

I’m a giant knot of fear, hope, love and pain 

Of joy and shame 

There are so many others 

Who seem to have untangled 

The knots of their lives

Or had far less of them to begin with 

I admit that sometimes 

I can jump over mountains 

But often taking a single step feels 

Like a fool’s game 

Like I’m in the middle of a shining winter lake 

Surrounded by cracking ice 

Wouldn’t the guy in charge 

Entrust important duties 

To someone whose stride is unfailingly steady?

He must like an underdog

Or a good story

Or something 

But oh man 

Do I sometimes wish for some spoilers