I was supposed to write a poem

I was supposed to write a poem
by the end of January.
I was supposed to scan my soul.
I was supposed to open up,
I was supposed to de-clutter
spiritually
digitally
materially.

I was supposed to give him a chance;
I did.
But was supposed to give myself space;
I didn’t.

I was supposed to make a change;
I did.
…But did I?
Is it the same path in disguise?

They were supposed to offer it
To me;
I am supposed to wait
Patiently;
But am I patient?
I was supposed to quit smoking,
and coffee.
I am anxious.
I kinda like it.
But I’m supposed to shake it off…
…the energy
Sometimes I do.

You are supposed to behave
you are supposed to behave
you are supposed to behave
in a manner that feels true
to you.