How did I get here?
What day is it?
Did this happen yesterday or last week?
To whom did I speak an hour ago?
You try to recall
All your days look the same
They all feel the same
A monotonous blur
You change your outfits every day
You apply your makeup in the same way
You take the same route
You make the same small talk with the same people
You aren’t listening to them
Nor are they to you
You stopped caring
Why should you?
Your hands are keeping their grasp on reality
Your mind wandered away long ago
What will happen if your hands slip?
Will you fall?
Or just float, bobbing like a buoy on the surface of the sea?
You search for the light
You crave the hope
You pray for tomorrow
Because you’ve given up on today
And lost faith in the lessons of yesterday
You walk without the aid of your consciousness
You talk without assistance from your mind
You live without the attachment to your body
You exist in a vacuum
Your body functions of its own accord
It senses and reacts
You feel nothing
You exist within
You are detached
You are disconnected
You are alone
You fear tomorrow and despise today
You wish for a change
You wish to feel again
The uncertainty is punishing
Impossible to bear
Living in limbo
Your hair about to tear
Anxious about tomorrow
What it will bring?
Will it float you ahead?
Or lead you to sink
Putting you on edge
Between you and your patience
Driving a wedge
As the summer comes to a close
Its pages leaf to a fall
The little girl sleeps in her crib
Protected by frayed walls
Her caregiver hums a sullen tune
As the wind whistles from afar
Blowing the branches off weary trees
And carrying along a lonely lark
It flew a great distance from its home
Hoping for shelter from the mighty wind
Standing patiently on the window sill
The small bird began to sing
A priceless gift on such an eve
A lulling harmony for a sleeping babe
Fleeting as it often is
For it disappeared behind the moving drapes
With the summer idleness now past and gone
All must start their lives once more
As the caring givers protect their young
And the lost birds learn to soar
The Daily Post’s prompt “Priceless”
The purest of loves
Is untarnished by people
Been holding me close
For years it has grown
So deep within it branches
A softness, a peace
Its safety has provided
It is mine alone
Impossible to deny
Falling back on it
This love shall always protect
(Wednesday 19th April – Tuesday 25th April)
- Each week I will post one word that will serve as an inspiration for a poem.
- This poem can be of any form and any length.
- You can choose to use the actual word in your poem or a synonym or simply convey its meaning, that’s up to you.
- Copy URL of your post to the comment section OR Pin Back (preferably).
- You can also contribute a word to the challenge, and I will link it to your blog the following week.
A few months ago I chose to quit my job for a better opportunity. Unfortunately, that opportunity didn’t work out and I ended up being unemployed instead. For months I regretted my decision, convincing myself that I shouldn’t have taken the risk, that I was fine where I was.
My choice was based on a foundation of stress, so maybe if I had pushed through it the result would have been different. But the truth is you can’t undo life-altering choices, because they are what make your life. The small daily unconscious choices, along with the monumental decisions, they make up the days we spend on this Earth. Sounds obvious doesn’t it. Yet quite often we forget the reasons behind our choices, because we’re blind to the effects they will have on our future.
Back to my example. At first I perceived my unemployment as a failure, but now I realize that it has been a true blessing. During this free time, unburdened by the stress of a full-time position, I was able to relax. I dedicated time to my hobbies, took care of my health, engaged in new activities, met different people and gained some perspective. In the end, it was my choice that brought me to where I am today and for the first time in almost a decade, I can honestly say I understand what it means to be calm.