Today I complained. I spoke to a friend wishing happy New Years yada yada, and then I complained. Just the usual midlife crisis complaints as one does. And at some point thereafter my friend responded with some unexpected good life news, and I was happy for my friend, and feeling embarrassed about having complained. Very embarrassed. How unattractive and unappealing it must have seemed. It is so easy to allow the words to tumble out. But from now I will try my very, very best to keep them locked away forever. Except for in poetry. Always poetry. Poetry for therapy.
Tag poetry
Empty-Handed
I wanted what I couldn’t have
It got so close I could reach out
And touch all that I couldn’t have
Before finally slipping out my fingers
Leaving me empty-handed and without
I had a friend
We were friends for a long time
But now the worlds have changed –
The skies above my eyes,
And whilst we may still be friends
The clouds are grey.
Pipe Dreams
I was awake and dreaming my
Pipe dreams and then they
Shattered and I was still
Awake and dreaming no
Longer dreams but a
Nightmare.
My Fantasy Worlds
Have popped one by one
Bubbles containing nothing
But air and when they burst
There is nothing there
Just a faint memory
Of fantasy worlds
And stabs of
Reality.
Shadowed Waters
Tight fingers
Grab my neck
I cannot move –
In an iron grip
Shadowed waters
Pull me under
I need!
Air
At Times
All we can do
Is welcome change
And prepare for it
So that when it happens
We are ready
Color My Dreams
Gone are the days
When my babies cried
Gone are the nights
When we lay side by side
Gone is the laughter
The joys and tears
Replaced with silence
And screaming fears
Our cherished life
Apart at the seams
Once filling our hearts
Now colors my dreams
Another Year
Youthful energy
Has given way to middle-
Aged lethargy
Rollercoaster Life
Rollercoaster life
Buckle up and enjoy the ride
From the time I awake until the night
I’m guided by an inner light
That transports me to joys so bright
Flying me on wings of dizzying height
Then dipping low and causing fright
Lurching, flying, moving, crying
My soul is on an emotional flight
To be, to have, to think, to move
All parts that work for good
But above all of these, there is but one
A higher, deeper, lower, greater
Depth to me and this would be
I feel
This is my humanity
